The Way Back Home - Buddha Remastered - 1999

A little girl was cryin'
 For her mama and her daddy
 She couldn't understand why they were gone
 She never knew the danger
 Of talking to a stranger
 Now, the girl can't find
 The way back home
 A little boy went walkin'
 Down into the corner market
 To buy a loaf of bread and an ice cream cone
 He never knew the danger
 Of talking to a stranger
 Now, the boy can't find
 The way back home
 Too many kids are missing
 Is anybody listening?
 Won't you be the children's eyes?
 They're all alone
 The hardest part's not knowing
 Where they are or where they're going
 Won't you help the children find
 The way back home?
 The faces on milk cartons
 Thrown away and soon forgotten
 What if one of those sweet kids was your very own?
 Tonight those kids are weeping
 While yours are safely sleeping
 Won't you help the children find
 The way back home?
 Too many kids are missing
 Is anybody listening?
 Won't you be the children's eyes?
 They're all alone
 The hardest part's not knowing
 Where they are or where they're going
 Won't you help the children find
 The way back home?
 Won't you help the children find
 The way back home?