David Byrne & Brian Eno - Home

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 knows - what keeps mankind alive
Every hand - goes searching for its partner
In crime - under chairs and behind tables
Connecting - to places we have known
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 - no-one ever speaking
Home - with our bodies touching
Home - and the cam’ras watching
Home - will infect what ever you do
We’re Home - comes to life from outa 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