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



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Massey
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