The Fern
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Chorus:
(Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home)

The fern in me dies like an old navy stench
Still sleeping with the cheap hard junkyard
Still leaking tolerance
To burn through this gut wrench
This fucking gut wrench
That I call my fence

So re-order another row of those plastic hail marys
And call me in the morning
And rewind that must need, birdfeed
Well then play it all slow-mo
So that maybe I can understand
How to stand on my own two knees
Momma, take me home please

Chorus:
(Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home)

I'm older, so much older
Neither mystery toys or miscomfort opens my cover
They don't cook happiness
They plan to bring gifts to this life-party
But they never show up
You see, they lost the directions
They lost the directions

So many gifts to show, but no-one to show them to
Except for imaginary friends from the night fields
When Jesus failed you and spit on you
In the size of a rain
Feeding the fern in us all
Momma, I'm twenty-six
And I can't cook happiness
And I still haven't found the fucking ingredients
To cook you a happy son
Momma, take me home

Chorus:
Home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home

(Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home)
Yeah, come on, home
I'm open wide, home
I'm open wide, home, home, home
I'm home, come home

The fern in me dies like an old navy stench
Still sleeping with the cheap hard junkyard
Still leaking tolerance
To burn through this gut wrench
"So this next song we were driving back from Nashville a long time ago, and Jose, road manager, a good friend of mine, and I wrote these lyrics together, and it's called The Fern."

-Justin at Sidecar 12-10-05

In different versions Justin says "I still haven't found directions to the life-party" in the second verse instead of the cook happiness line.  He also says he's twenty-three instead of twenty-six.

In some versions, Justin sings this instead of the last two parts on the left:

"Since the fern
Feed the fern in us all
It's feeding the fern in us all
Feeding the fern in us all
Feeding the fern in us all"
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