This is one of my all-time favorite Talking Heads songs. And it’s a very unusual approach for the band. First off, “This Must Be the Place” is a love song. And Talking Heads doesn’t write love songs. They write about burning houses, psycho killers and insomnia. Second, it’s sort of musically unadventurous to put it mildly. It’s the same beat and hook over and over again. No progression at all. But it’s so addicting and almost hypnotic in its understated approach.

“Home, is where I want to be. But I guess I'm already there. I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.”