Home

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

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 keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon

And so I try to understand what I can't hold in my hand And wherever we are, home is there too And if you could try to find it too 'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood Home is wherever we are if there's love there too

In the back of our house there's a trail that won't end We were walking so far that it grew back in There's no trail at all, only grass growing tall Get out my machete and battle with time once again But I'm 'bout 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 And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins

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