Home

I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend

All the fruits on the ground

And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistled in static

Young learn to fly I will patch up the holes once again

Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead

I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fed

And I would be too I'll keep food in my belly

And hope that my time isn't soon, isn't soon

So I try to understand what I can't hold in my hand

And whatever I find, I'll find my way back to you

And if you could try to find it too

'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing moon

Home is wherever we are if there's love here too

In the back of my house there's a trail that won't end

We were walking so far that it grew back in

Now there's no trail at all, only grass growing tall

Get out my machete and battle with time once again

But I'm bound to lose, 'cause I'll be damned if time don't win

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend

All the seeds from the fruit buried and began

Their own family trees, teach them thank you and please

As they spread their own roots

Then watch the young fruit grow again

This old trail will lead me right back to where it begins

So I try to understand what I can't hold in my hand

And whatever I find, I'll find my way back to you

And if you could try to find it too

'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing moon

Home is wherever we are if there's love here too