Home (Live)

I've gotta get home there's a garden to tend
There's fruit 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 try 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, needs some whacks and mow.
Home is wherever we are if there's love here too
In the back of our house there's a trail that won't end
We went walking so far that it grew back again
There's no trail at all
Only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and 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 please
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 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, needs some whacks and mow.
Home is wherever we are if there's love here too