Текст David Byrne – Home

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 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 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
And into my head
Familiar smells and flavors

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven

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’ll never know