I can't find my way back home.

From bright lights and a dark room.

No matter where it might be that I might roam.

From concert halls to empty barrooms.

I can't find my way back home.

Your on my mind no matter where I go

In my thoughts and dreams and that you know

From Paris to London New York or Rome.

I still can't find my way back home.

So many quiet nights I sit and dream

Of happier days and sweet extreme.

Of jokes and smiles of frowns and tears.

To brighten your day and quiet your fears.

Now all that's gone and I'm alone.

I sit and wait and watch the phone.

There's no more smiles I only groan.

Why can't I find my way back home.