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I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground, the birds have all moved back
Into my attic, whistling static, young learn to fly
I will patch up 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
I would be too, I keep food in my belly
And hope that my time isn't soon
Isn't soon
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
'Cause this place is overgrown, it's a waxing moon
Home is wherever we are, if there's love here too
The back of my house has a trail that won't end
We went walking so far, it grew back in
And 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 gotta get home, there's a garden to tend
All the seeds from the fruit buried and began 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 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
'Cause this place is overgrown, it's a waxing moon
Home is wherever we are, if there's love here too
Said home is wherever we are, if there's love here too
Well, home is wherever we are, if there's love here too
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