All these years have gotten between me,
now. I'm left alone to make some sense of it all.
Like a book, ruined by missing pages.
You get the picture, but the story's untold.
CHORUS
Moving with no sense of direction.
Where does it start, when will it end.
Moving with no sense of direction.
Trying to get back to the beginning.
Questioning where did the time all go.
But, the answers seem to slip my mind.
I feel so distant from myself, but
there's too much space to fill.
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Come another day I will find my way home.
Find my way, find my way, find my way home.
I'll find my way back home.
Copyright, Clifford S. Knizley, 1996