Home

I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend All the fruits on the ground, the birds have all moved back Into my attic, whistling static, young learn to fly I will patch up the holes up 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 I would be too, I keep food in my belly And hope that my time isn't soon Isn't soon So I tried 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 is overgrown, it's a waxing moon Home is wherever we are, if there's love here too The back of my house has a trail that won't end We went walking so far, it grew back in And there's no trail at all, only grass growing taller Get out my machete and battle with time once again But I'm bound to lose 'cause I'll be down 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 They spread their own roots, then watch their young fruit grow again And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins And so I tried 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 is overgrown, it's a waxing moon Home is wherever we are, if there's love here too Said home is wherever we are, if there's love here too Well, home is wherever we are, if there's love here too