Far from Home

I've gotta get home there's a garden to tend

There's food 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 tried 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

Home is wherever we are if there's nothing too

In the back of our house there's a trail that won't end

We were walking so far that it grew back again

There's no trail at all only grass growing taller

Get out my machete 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 pleases

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 tried 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

Home is wherever we are if there's nothing too