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