Home

I've gotta 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 and 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 tried 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 is overgrown into waxing moon Home is wherever we are if there's nothing too In the back of our house there's a trail that won't end We were walking so far that it grew back again 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 'cause I'll be down if time don't win I've gotta get home there's a garden to tend All the seeds from the fruits buried and begin their Own family trees teach them thank you and pleases 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 'Cause this place is overgrown into waxing moon Home is wherever we are if there's nothing too