Home 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 https://youtube/watch?v=NQhLsUk9Af4
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 12:54:30 +0000
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