It Be Sweet

In my kitchen I have a
Picture window that I
Look out to my backyard
Red picket fence that
Shows me where I'm at now
My dreams haven't gone so far
The sweet scent of
The sweet taste of
Autumns lips
Out my door I have a
House that meets my face when I
Go to find a place where I belong
And on my way I look for
A blade of grass to carry
To rise up from this city
What em' I waiting for?