The Way Back Home Songtext / Lyric

(Vince Gill)



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 her way back home.



A little boy went walkin' down into the corner market

To buy a loaf of bread and an ince cream cone

He never knew the dnager 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...