Ive got to get home theres a garden to tend
Theres fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic
Whistle and static
When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again
I cant believe 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 isnt soon
So I try to understand what I can hold in my hand
And wherever we are, home is there too
And if you could try to find it too
Cause place is overgrowing
Home is wherever we are if theres nothing to
In the back of our house is a trail that wont end
We were walking so far that it grew back in
Theres no trail at all, only grass growing taller
I get out my machete and battle with time once again
But Im bound to lose cause Ill be damned if time dont win
Ive got to get home theres a garden to tend
All the seeds from the fruit bare eden and begin their
Own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots and watch their own fruit grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins
So I try to understand what I can hold in my hand
And wherever we are, home is there too
And if you could try to find it too
Cause place is overgrowing
Home is wherever we are if theres nothing to