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.