I rambled through a grid of streets which I thought I knew cold The street lamps turned to will-o-wisps, alluring balls of gold I lost my bearings wandering—I got all turned around But I'm OK. I found my way, and now I'm homeward bound. I got disoriented on the roads I walked of old I took some time to cogitate--I knew I wouldn't fold The path that I was seeking is no longer sought, but found I'm A-OK. I found my way, and now I'm homeward bound. Surveying my surroundings gave my instincts purchase-hold Rearmed with subtle pointers, I grew confidently bold Old landmarks shuffled out to say, "You're on familiar ground" I'm A-OK. I found my way, and now I'm homeward bound.