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One day I was born early on a Tuesday morn Heard Gabriel blow his horn trying to find my way I Rocked the cradle one of eight in a hurry I couldn't wait Stood outside of Heaven's Gate trying to find my way Educated in private schools I heard the laughter of a thousand fools Bent the tree and broke the rules trying to find my way Back home back home back home trying to find my way back home I went to New York town found a square and walked around Saw people sleeping on the ground trying to find my way I Gazed out among the stars crawled through the smoky bars Played the harp and blues guitars trying to find my way I Came upon a sacred cow in a field behind the plow I said "call me later but see me now" trying to find my way Back home back home back home trying to find my way I'm learning to fly but I don't have my wings Seems the harder I try the more the mockingbird sings I went to the Isle of Man where boys took a rebel stand Drew a line across the sand trying to find my way I Walked through the World War I saw Innocence on the run Tears were falling from the sun trying to find my way I Heard the sound of thousand screams saw blood run red in a million streams All is sadly as it seems trying to find my way I Walked through World War II and nobody seems to have a clue and It was there I first saw you trying to find my way Back home back home back home trying to find my way I joined a rock 'n' roll band made five hundred grand Saw it all turn to sand trying to find my way I Took ten thousand trips I felt your fingertips I Kissed your ruby lips trying to find my way we Sailed across the sea of time we smoked the weed and drank the wine Heard the Bells of Rimney chime trying to find my way I Remember nights so wild I touched your inner child and How the Sandman smiles trying to find my way we were Coming inside out there was a heavy breathing then a shout There was never any doubt trying to find my way Back home back home back home trying to find my way back I've stared straight into the void stood in line with the unemployed Got so very paranoid trying to find my way I Climbed the mountain fought the war laid beside the village whore Wondered what was it all for trying to find my way and Now it seems the day is through and the sky is no longer blue and What did I really do trying to find my way well I