Home" I've gotta get home There's a garden to tend There's food on the ground The birds have all moved back into my attic, Whistled in 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 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 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 It grew back in And now there's no trail at all Only grass growing 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've 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 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 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