WHICH
WAY WILL I GET HOME? (Robert J. Purvis)
As a young man, I was free
No one held a part of me
Everything I had was my own
On a fine day
I'd walk so far I'd lose myself
But I'd somehow always find a place to go
Which way will I get home
Which way will I get home
I don't know my way around here so well
This, which was my town
Having seen its better days
Smothered up inside a giant concrete ball
And where's the old grey bridge
Where we sheltered from the rain?
No, it doesn't seem that place I knew at all
Which way will I get home
Which way will I get home
I don't know my way around here so well
The small amount of splendour
That still delights my eyes
Seems to vanish more with every passing day
Oh, I walk undirected
Won't someone take my hand?
Yes, it has been known for me to lose my way
Which way will I get home
Which way will I get home
I don't know my way around here so well
©1975 Ganga Publishing B.V.
lyrics
from Harder To Live LP lyric sheet insert
corrections by Tom Brennan and Bill Elliott updated October 3, 2010