Find Our Way Home - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

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 intentions, 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