Find My Way Back Home (The Cooking Pot)

When the world feels cold
And I’m down for sure
When I feel alone more than ever before
When the path I tread
Seems to have no end
I know I have to get there

When it’s hard to know
Which road to take
When it all depends on make or break
When I’m cryin’ out
And I’m on my knees
But will I ever get there?

I got to find my way back home
If I can find a way to get me there
I got to run through that open door
To find my way back home
I know I have to get there

Well the mask is off
You can see what you get
No more pretending,
No more regrets
The page has been turned
There’s no going back
Will anybody help me?
I know someday I’ll get there

I got to find my way back home
If I can find a way to get me there
I got to run through that open door
To find my way back home
I know I have to get there