Home - Jack Johnson
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 homing is they to
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 there's a trail that won't end
We were walking so far that it grew back in
There's no trail at all only grass growing tall
Get out my machete 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 buried 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