Find Our Way Home - 2003 Remaster

He believed in the things
 That he always thought he knew
 And had done all the things
 That he always wanted to do
 Collecting
 Each thing reflecting his worth
 But now he pondered
 How he had wandered this earth
 For we all seem to give our lives away
 Searching for things that we think we must own
 Until on this evening
 When the year is leaving
 We all try to find our way home
 He had time or at least then he
 Always thought he did
 And mistakes, well, he thought that time
 Always would forgive
 Each transgression
 For his intention
 Forgetting
 Years he squandered
 On things he now was regretting
 For we all seem to give our lives away
 Searching for things that we think we must own
 Until on this evening
 When the year is leaving
 We all try to find our way home
 For we all seem to give our lives away
 Searching for things that we think we must own
 But on this evening
 When the year is leaving
 I think I would be alright
 If on this Christmas night
 I could just find my way home
 There is something about this night
 That the Lord has arranged
 That reaches deep into our souls
 And causes us to want to change
 And angels know things about us
 That no else can know
 And this Angel's heart it formed a plan
 And then caused the night to snow