Home - Brian Eno/David Byrne

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

Ev'ry hand

Goes searching for it's 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

An into my head

Familiar smells and flavors

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven

I see their wheels spinning round

An ev'rywhere

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 ev'ry living soul

Compassion

For things I never know