Find Our Way Home

He believed in the things that he always thought he knew And had done all the things that he always wanted to do Collecting each thing, reflecting his worth But now he pondered, how he had wandered this earth For we all seem to give our lives away Searching for things that we think we must own Until on this evening when the year is leaving We all try to find our way home He had time or at least then he always thought he did And mistakes, well he thought that time always would forgive Each transgression for his intentions, forgetting Years he squandered on things he now was regretting For we all seem to give our lives away Searching for things that we think we must own Until on this evening when the year is leaving We all try to find our way home For we all seem to give our lives away Searching for things that we think we must own But on this evening when the year is leaving I think I would be alright if on this Christmas night I could just find my way home