The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven konws
What keeps mankind alive
Every hand
Goes searching for its partner
In crime
Under chairs and behind tables
Connecting
To places we have konwn
I'm looking for a home
Where the wheels are turning
Home Why I keep returning
Home Where my world is breaking in two
Home With the neighbors fighting
Home Always so exciting
Home Were my parents telling the truth
Home Such a funny feeling
Home Noone ever speaking
Home With our bodies touching
Home And the cameras wathing
Home Will infect whatever you do
We're home
Comes to life form out of the blue
Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar and into my head
familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round and everywhere
I can hear those people saying
That the eye is the measure of the man
You can fly from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting to every living soul
Compassion for things I'll never know