And they cry. And they call. As the wayward walk alone. City lights. Urban sprawl. In a place no one should know. Shown no grace. Shown no love. These mean streets are meant for none. [Chorus:]. Take them back to the start. Let the purest of heart. Know their worth is still spoken. As they fight to exist. We neglect and resist. Let this circle be broken. Broken homes. Broken lives. They repeat themselves in time. It's passed on. Down the line. Till we heal the wounds inside. It's not too late. To make things right. Dress wounds with loves pure light. [Chorus:]. Take them back to the start. Let the purest of heart. Know their worth is still spoken. As they fight to exist. We neglect and resist. Let this circle be broken. They're still waiting. They still cry. They still want to know they'll be all right. All I'm saying. Can we try?. To bring the wayward ones back home tonight. Bring the wayward one back home tonight. Take them back to the start. Let the purest of heart. Know their worth is still spoken