Thinking back when we first met, I remember what you said.
You said you'd never leave me, I let go of your hand.
But now I'm reaching out again, and I'm not letting go.
Till you.....Hold me.....Mold me.
Sometimes I feel so all alone.
See.....I gotta find my way back home
So why don't you....Shape me.....Make me.
Wash me whiter than the snow.
I gotta find my way, back home.