Home

I've 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, whistlin' static When the young learn to fly, I will patch up the holes once again 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 Well, 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 If you try to find it too 'cause this place is 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 that it grew back in Now there's no trail at all, only grass growin' taller I'll 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 fruits buried and began their own family trees Teach them "thank you" and "please" They spread their own roots, then watch their young fruits grow again This old trail will lead me right back to where it began 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 try to find it too 'cause this place is 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