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
Home is wherever we are
if there's nothing too
Home is wherever we are
if there's nothing too