GG The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer It's just an old photographD There's nothing to hideD7 G When the world was just beginningG I memorized a face so it's not forgotten I hear the wind whistlin'D Come back anytimeD7 G C\G And we'll mix our lives togetherC G C\G Heaven knows, what keeps mankind aliveC G Every hand, goes searching for its partnerD D7 G In crime, under chairs and behind tablesD D7 G Connecting, to places we have known (I'm looking for a)G Home, where the wheels are turning Home, why I keep returningD D7 G C\G Home, where my world is breaking in twoG Home, with the neighbors fighting Home, always so excitingD D7 G C\G Home, were my parents telling the truth?C Home, such a funny feelingG Home, no-one ever speakingC Home, with our bodies touchingG Home, and the cameras watchingD D7 G C\G Home, will infect what ever you doD D7 G Where home, comes to life from out of the blueG Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset I took a drink from a jarD And into my headD7 G C\G Familiar smells and flavorsG Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven I see their wheels spinning roundD And everywhereD7 G C\G I can hear those people sayingC G C\G That the eye, is the measure of the manC G You can fly, from the stuff that still surrounds youD D7 G Where home, and the band keeps marchin' onD D7 G Connecting, to every living soulD D7 G Compassion, for things I'll never know
Home
David Byrne
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