The Reporter Lyrics

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