Jack Johnson - Home

^DI gotta get home there's a garden to tend, There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into ^Emmy attic, Whistle and static, When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again, ^D I can't believe that my lime tree is dead, I thought it was sleeping I guess I got fed up, with not being ^Emfed, And I'm being too, I keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon, ^D

^DSo I try to understand, what I ^Emcan't hold in my hand, and where ^Gever we are, Home is there too,

^DAnd if you can try to find it to, cause this ^Emplace is overgrowing to wax and gloom, ^GHome is where ever we ^Aare if there's nothing to,

^DIn the back of our house, there's a trail that won't end, We been walking so far that it grew back in But ^Emthere's no trail when the gras growing taller get around my machete, and battle with time once again^D, But ^EmI'm bound to lose cause I'll be damned if time don't win

^DI gotta get home there's a garden to tend, All the seeds from the fruit buried and begin their ^Emold family trees, teach them thank you and pleases, they spread there own roots, then watch the young fruit grow again,^D And ^Emthis old trail will lead me right back to where it begins,^{D D}So I try to understand, what I ^Emcan't hold in my hand, and ^Gwhatever I find I'll ^Afind may way back to you,

^DAnd if you can try to find it to, cause this ^Emplace is overgrowing to wax and gloom, ^GHome is where ever we are if there's nothing to,