The Road Back Home

Jumped the garden wall, climbed the learning tree sleep the meadows green, high the memory Like a slave to the grind of my own tortured mind I just look for a road back home. Wheels of life turning endlessly, like the rivers run to the sea. Now I'm grateful to you and I tried to be true, and after all, it's good to be alive Bless my lucky star that you came my way I picked up on most what you once said. And it's always plain for the world to see there's just one place where I long to be. And I talked to the wind where am I to begin I just pray for the road back home Wheels of time turning endlessly...