The Way Back Home - Buddha Remastered - 1999

A little girl was cryin'

For her mama and her daddy

She couldn't understand why they were gone

She never knew the danger

Of talking to a stranger

Now, the girl can't find

The way back home

A little boy went walkin'

Down into the corner market

To buy a loaf of bread and an ice cream cone

He never knew the danger

Of talking to a stranger

Now, the boy can't find

The way back home

Too many kids are missing

Is anybody listening?

Won't you be the children's eyes?

They're all alone

The hardest part's not knowing

Where they are or where they're going

Won't you help the children find

The way back home?

The faces on milk cartons

Thrown away and soon forgotten

What if one of those sweet kids was your very own?

Tonight those kids are weeping

While yours are safely sleeping

Won't you help the children find

The way back home?

Too many kids are missing

Is anybody listening?

Won't you be the children's eyes?

They're all alone

The hardest part's not knowing

Where they are or where they're going

Won't you help the children find

The way back home?

Won't you help the children find

The way back home?