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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 cameras watching

Home, will infect what ever you do

Where 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 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

Where home, and the band keeps marchin' on

Connecting, to every living soul

Compassion, for things I'll never know