Where is she going—ooh, she looks like she's lost Won't someone help her—somebody, give her a hand She's got such sweet eyes—look like they've seen too much Knew someone like her—nobody helped, but she's Home again...home again...home again Where are you going—to see a crazy old man What will he tell you—he'll tell me where I'm going What will you do then—I might just quit my job What will you do then—I'm gonna find my way Home again...home again...home again Where're we going, where're we going, home again We're home again, we're home Where is he going—why does he walk that way? Sticking his chest out—what is he trying to say? He's got charisma—but when he's all alone He curls up in a ball—and wishes that he was Home again...home again...home again Where are we going—why do we feel so small? Alone and helpless—in this big crazy world Looking for something—that's so hard to describe But just like children—going along for the Ride again...ride again...ride again Where're we going, where're we going, home again We're home again, we're home Well, ain't that something—guess I lost my head Must've took a wrong turn—when I got outta bed Ended up on the wrong street—wrong side of town People here are the wrong type—they've got me down I'm eating the wrong food—drinkin' the wrong wine Can't hardly see straight—can't walk the line Shakin' all the wrong hands—makin' the wrong talk Steppin' on the wrong feet—every time I walk Where're we going, where're we going, home again We're home again, we're home