so many lives were lost
I've got a photograph
lying in my bed
we were the first and last
I was an only child
it happened in the past
and after all
I've got the photograph

it makes me want to get back home
it makes me want to get back home

none of us were there
though we can feel it now
and buy the video
and play it back and stare
we can try to do it
just like it used to be
when the world was young
and we could still be free

it makes me want to get back home

well I really want to know
how to get back home
I gotta get out I gotta get out of here
the future's growing clear

now you don't love me
and I don't love you
and it makes me wonder why
what keeps the aeroplanes
hanging in the sky
well there's a time to laugh
and there's a time to cry

it makes me want to get back home
it makes me want to get back home
get back home