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Driving round the world in cars

Flying high in planes

I see a world of trouble

All getting too insane

As people move from place to place

They leave their fears behind

And others talk of peaceful ways

When treaties go unsigned

From east to west

I’ve watched the sun

Chase the night away

The wind cried out

And it said to me

'You gotta get back home someday'

As mountains rise to touch the sky

Their snow melts to the sea

There’s a place I will return to

Where I’ll always want to be

From east to west

I’ve watched the sun

Chase the night away

The wind cried out

And it said to me

'You gotta get back home someday'

(Well I’m) gonna find my way back home

Yes I’m on my way back home

I do the best that I can do

In this troubled world I’ve seen

I always sought the higher ground

Wherever I have been

From east to west

I’ve watched the sun

Chase the night away

The wind cried out

And it said to me

'You gotta get back home someday'

I’m gonna find my way back home

Yes I’m on my way back home

(Well I’m) gonna find my way back home

Yes I’m on my way back home