Original lyrics
ENWhat you make of your life, never wondering why
You choose your own direction so long
Things you say in the night, chilling to the spine,
Running from rejection, you're gone. Your gone.
Taking the hand of an innocent victim,
Of an innocent victim, it's wrong,
Taking the hand of an innocent victim,
Of an innocent victim, so wrong.
Life waits for runaways and turn
The children into slaves
Don't listen to the things they say
And come on home, aren't you coming home?
Then they promise you fame,
But you'll never be the same,
Cause that's not where you really belong,
You don't belong.
Taking the hand of an innocent victim,
Of an innocent victim, it's wrong,
Taking the hand of an innocent victim,
Of an innocent victim, so wrong.
Life waits for runaways and turn
The children into slaves
Don't listen to the things they say
And come on home, aren't you coming home?
Hey runaway, do you know the way,
The way back home again.
Should you feel forsaken,
The Lord will take you in.
Take hold of the hand of the one who loves you,
The one who loves you.
God will make a home for the lonely hearted,
Pick yourself up and make your way back home.
Are you coming home?
