Home lyrics

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 in 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 sleeping,

I guess it got fed up with not being 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 is overgrown, 

it's a waxing 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 walking so far, 

it grew back in

and now there's no trail at all,

only grass growin' tall,

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 begin

their own family trees, 

teach them 'thank you' and 'please,' 

they spread their own roots, 

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 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.

Well, home is wherever we are 

if there's love here too.