Home

I’ve got to get home there’s a garden to tend
There’s food 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, isn’t soon
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
Because 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 that it grew back again
And there’s no trail at all only grass growing taller
Get out my machete battle with time once again
But I’m bound to lose because 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
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
Because this place is overgrown, it’s a waxing moon
Home is wherever we are, if there’s love here too
I said, Home is wherever we are, if there’s love here too
Home is wherever we are, if there’s love here too