[Verse 1]
He believed in the things
That he always thought he knew
And had done all the things
That he always wanted to do
Collecting each thing, reflecting his worth
But now he pondered
How he had wandered this earth

[Chorus]
For we all seem to give our lives away
Searching for things that we think we must own
Until on this evening
When the year is leaving
We all try to find our way home

[Verse 2]
He had time or at least then he
Always thought he did
And mistakes, well, he thought that time
Always would forgive
Each transgression for his intentions
Forgootten
Years he squandered
On things he now was regretting
[Chorus]
For we all seem to give our lives away
Searching for things that we think we must own
Until on this evening
When the year is leaving
We all try to find our way home

[Chorus]
For we all seem to give our lives away
Searching for things that we think we must own
But on this evening
When the year is leaving
I think I would be alright
If on this Christmas night
I could just find my way home