Home

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

All the fruit's on the ground

The birds have all moved back into my attic

Whistled and 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 sleepin', I guess it got fed up with not bein' fed

I would be too, I 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, it's a waxin' moon

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

The back of my house, there's a trail that won't end

We went walkin' so far it grew back and now there's no trail at all

Only grass growin' taller

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

Spread their own roots and then watch the young fruit grow again

And 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, it's a waxin' moon

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 here, too