I gotta get home, there's a garden to tendAll the fruit's on the groundAnd the birds have all moved back into my attic whistling staticWhen the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up againWell, I can't believe that my lime tree is deadI thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fedAnd I would be too I need food in my bellyAnd hope that my time isn't soon, isn't soonSo I try to understand what I can't hold in my handAnd whatever I find, I'll find my way back to youAnd if you could try to find it too'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing moodHome is wherever we are if there's love there tooIn the back of our house there's a trail that won't endWe were walking so far that it grew back inNow there's no trail at all, only grass growing tallGet out my machete and battle with time once againBut I'm 'bout to lose 'cause I'll be damned if time don't winI gotta get home there's a garden to tendAll the seeds from the fruit buried and beganTheir own family trees, teach them thank you and pleaseAs they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow againThis old trail will lead me right back to where it beginsSo I try to understand what I can't hold in my handAnd whatever I find, I'll find my way back to youAnd if you could try to find it too'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing moodHome is wherever we are if there's love here too
