Lyrics Home - David Byrne , Brian Eno

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, where my parents telling the truth?
Home, such a funny feeling
Home, no one ever speaking
Home, with our bodies touching
Home, and the cameras watching
Home, will infect what ever you do
We′re home, comes to life from 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 seen 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