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

Isn't soon

So I try to understand what I can't hold in my hand and

Where ever I find I fing my way back to you

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

Home is wherever we are if there is love there too

Home is wherever we are if there is love there too