Way Home

Way Home I once was a girl on the dirty streets of NY City
Watching the cabs roll by outside my window
It's been a long way from the East Coast To the West Coast
Ain't it funny how the lines get blurred along the way?
And at times the road is scary
And at times I think of you and this moment
And I'll find my way back home
And I'll find my way back home
And I'll find the time I know
Gotta find my way back home
Three months old and her baby's face had turned blue
She couldn't wake her up no matter what she would do
As tears ran rolled down her face
It was the saddest day of her life
Ain't it funny how the circle is complete?
'Cause my sister had a brand new baby last week
And she found her way back home
And she found her way back home
And she'll find the time I know
'Cause she found her way back home
Seventeen years, black lace and tired eyes
It's four o'clock in the morning on Hollywood and Vine
The man, he said how much as he looked down
It was a long way from Boise to the tracks along her arm
If you give me twenty dollars I can find my way home
Gonna find my way back home
Gotta find my way back home
Gonna find my way back home
Gotta find my way back home

Written by AmesEla Seidy-Baby/Robby Henson © 1999, All Rights Reserved

Vocals & Acoustic Guitar: AmesEla Seidy-Baby
Bass: Mark Meadows
Keyboard: Steve Hoffman
Drums: Machine