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 her face so it's not forgotten I hear the wind whistle in, 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 body feeling Home, no one ever speaking Home, with our bodies touching Home, and the cameras watching Home, will infect whatever you do Where home, comes to life from out of the blue Tiny little box from a beach at sunset I took a drink from a jar and into my head Familiar smells and flavours Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven I've seen their wheels spinnin 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 spills around you We're home and the band keeps marching on Connecting to every living sole Compassion for things I'll never know