歌词千寻
The
Way
Back
Home
-
Vintage
GillA
little
girl
was
cryin'For
her
mama
and
her
daddyShe
couldn't
understand
why
they
were
goneShe
never
knew
the
dangerOf
talking
to
a
strangerNow
the
girl
can't
find
her
way
back
homeA
little
boy
went
walkin'Down
to
the
corner
marketTo
buy
a
loaf
of
bread
and
an
ince
cream
coneHe
never
knew
the
dnagerOf
talkin'
to
a
strangerNow
the
boy
can't
find
the
way
back
homeToo
many
kids
are
missin'Is
anybody
listening?Won't
you
be
the
children's
eyesThey're
all
aloneThe
hardest
part's
not
knowingWhere
they
are
or
where
they're
goingWon't
you
help
the
children
findThe
way
back
homeThe
faces
on
milk
cartonsThrown
away
and
soon
forgottenWhat
if
one
of
those
sweet
kidsWas
your
very
ownTonight
those
kids
are
weepingWhile
yours
are
safely
sleepingWon't
you
help
the