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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
Well 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

In the back of my house there's a trail that won't end
We went walking so far that 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 fruits buried and began
Their own family trees teach them, thank you and please
They spread their own roots, then watch their young fruits grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it began

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

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