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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