i gotta get home there's a garden to tend...

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend

there's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic, whistling static,

when 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 need food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon

so I try to understand what I can't hold in my hand, and where ever we are, home is there too

and if you could try to find it too, cause this place is overgrown into with works in bloom,

home is wherever we are, if there's love there too

in the back of our house theres a trail that wont end

we were walking so far that it grew back in,

there's no trail at all,only grass growing tall,

get out my machette and battle with time once again,

but i'm bout to loose because i'll be damned if time don't win

I gotta get home theirs a garden to tend, all the seeds from the fruit burried again

there own family trees teach them thank you and please as they spread their own roots they watch their young fruit grow again

and this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins

So i try 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 with works in bloom

home is wherever we are if there is love there too.

"Home" by Jack Johnson

Pretty, eh?

Love Always,

Joan Blondina