Well I climbed a tree on a mountain top; I was searching far and wide
For a place to be found or a place to hide
I was vain and small and my stories all told of things I hoped I would be
If I ever grew up tall enough to see
I couldn't find my own way home; if I had seen it, would not have known
I could tell others where to go, but I couldn't find my own way home
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Well a family called and they took me all, with my mess and my liberty
And they loved me for the man they hoped I'd be
And I landed strong on a red rubber ball and a song I knew I could sing
For the ones who saw some beauty inside me
I couldn't find my own way home; if I had seen it, would not have known
I could tell others where to go, but I couldn't find my own way home
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Where all the love that I can take
All of the music I can make
All would just gather in one place
Then a woman came with a lovely name, just as I was learning to see
And I drew her near, 'cause I finally saw her clearly
And she knew my name and she knew my days in their darkness and their glee
And she still found ways to give her love to me
I couldn't find my own way home; if I had seen it, would not have known
I could tell others where to go, but I couldn't find my own way home
I couldn't find my own way home; if I had seen it, would not have known
I could tell others where to go, but I couldn't find my own way home
Where all the love that I can take
All of the music I can make
All would just gather in one place
And all of the times our hearts would break
All of the doubts we just couldn't shake
Find their place in a story of how we came home