Home

I've got to get home there's a garden to tend All the fruits on the ground And the birds have all moved back into my attic, whistling static When the young learn to fly, I will patch all the holes up again 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 Well, 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 In the back of our house there's a trail that won't end We went walking so far, there it grew back in Now there's no trail at all only grass growing taller I'll 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've got to get home, there's a garden to tend All the seeds from the fruits 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 This old trail will lead me right back to where it began 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 Home is wherever we are, if there's love here too