The dimming of the light makes the picture clearernIt's just an old photographnThere's nothing to hidenWhen the world was just beginningnnI memorized a face so it's not forgottennI hear the wind whistlin'nCome back anytimenAnd we'll mix our lives togethernHeaven knows- what keeps mankind alivenEvery hand- goes searching for its partnernIn crime- under chairs and behind tablesnConnecting- to places we have knownn(I'm looking for a)nn Home- where the wheels are turningn Home- why I keep returningn Home- where my world is breaking in twon Home- with the neighbors fightingn Home- always so excitingn Home- were my parents telling the truth?n Home- such a funny feelingn Home- no-one ever speakingn Home- with our bodies touchingn Home- and the cameras watchingn Home- will infect what ever you don We're Home- comes to life from out of the bluennTiny little boats on a beach at sunsetnI took a drink from a jarnAnd into my headnFamiliar smells and flavorsnnVehicles are stuck on the plains of heavennI see their wheels spinning roundnAnd everywherenI can hear those people sayingnnThat the eye- is the measure of the mannYou can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds younWe're home- and the band keeps marchin' onnConnecting- to every living soulnCompassion- for things I'll never know