Home (Live)

Ive gotta get home theres a garden to tend
Theres 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 cant 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 isnt soon.
And so I try to understand
What I cant 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 theres love here too
In the back of our house theres a trail that wont end
We went walking so far that it grew back again
Theres no trail at all
Only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and battle with time once again
But Im bound to lose cause Ill be down if time dont win
Ive gotta get home theres 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 cant hold in my hand
And whatever I find Ill 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 theres love here too