I've gotta get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground
And the birds have all moved back
Into my attic, whistled in static
When the young learn to fly
I will patch up the holes once again

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

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
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 my house there's a trail that won't end
We went walking so far, thaty it grew back in
Now there's no trail at all, only grass growing taller
I'll 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 fruit buried and began
Their own family trees
Teach them "thank you" and "please"
Spread their own roots
Then watch the young fruits grow again
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
Home is wherever we are if there's love here too