| Pardon me, is this the way |
| To the place I hear them call home? |
| Have your passport ready. |
| Cause I’ve been waiting since the day |
| I met the Stranger traveling on the road |
| Somewhere, you know. |
| How my heart still burns. |
| Help my doubt, my unbelief, |
| I want to see the face that draws me Home. |
| Have your passport ready. |
| And I’ve been looking for relief, |
| I long to see the place |
| Where you will never feel alone. |
| Have your passport ready. |
| And I’ll be ready when the morning comes, |
| Please don’t you leave me, |
| Cause I won’t make it on my own. |
| How my heart still yearns. |
| Pardon me, is this the way to the place |
| I hear them call Home? |
| Have your passport ready. |
| Cause I’ve been waiting since the day |
| I met the Stranger traveling on the road |
| Somewhere, you know. |