The Reporter

Caught up in the crossfire Another world away This is not my home This is not my home No sense in believing That I'll soon be leaving And I'm losing sleep Caught in the heat I can hear the children crying out Searching for her mother Caught under the rubble Sold out, lost out Fighting for religion And it's such a contradiction In a troubled land What a troubled land Missile passes over When will it be over In can't see my way out In can't see my way out I can hear the children crying out Searching for her mother Caught under the rubble Sold out, lost out Too much, too soon Caught in the fire Stuck in my room Out on the edge Killing time Reporting for you The western mind That's it I can hear the children crying out Searching for her mother Caught under the rubble Sold out, lost out Too much, too soon Caught in the fire Stuck in my room Out on the edge Killing time Reporting for you The western mind Too much, too soon Caught in the fire Stuck in my room Out on the edge Killing time Reporting for you The western mind