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