When I Die
I don't belong
looking for a town of plenty.
There weren't these thieves
we had something in common
Goals to achieve
we had something in common
Woh
oh oh
in a town of plenty.
Ooh
can't you see it? This is not my writing.
I only asked if this was a town of plenty.
There were many archives
we had no media
Only art survived there
yeah
we had no media.
Woh oh oh
in a town of plenty.
And laid across the airstrip were the passports and the luggage
All that once remained of t
Way Back Home
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 to the corner market
To buy a loaf of bread and an ince cream cone
He never knew the dnager
Of talkin' to a stranger
Now the boy can't find the way back home
Chorus:
Too many kids are missin'
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
Chorus
Won't you help the children find
The way back home