Jack Johnson - Home

^DI gotta get home, there's a garden to tend All the fruit's on the ground And the birds have all moved back ^Eminto my attic whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up aga^Din

^DWell, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with ^Emnot being fed

And hope that my time isn't s^Doon. ^DSo I try to understand what I ^Emcan't hold in my hand And ^Gwhatever I find, ^AI'll find my way back to ^Dyou ^DAnd if you could try to find it too 'Cause this ^Emplace has overgrown into waxing mood ^GHome is wherever we are if there's ^Alove there ^Dtoo

^DIn the back of our house there's a trail that won't end We were walking so far that it grew back in Now there's ^Emno trail at all, only grass growing tall Get out my machete and battle with time once aga^Din ^EmBut I'm 'bout to lose 'cause I'll be damned if time don't ^Dwin

^DI gotta get home there's a garden to tend All the seeds from the fruit buried and began Their ^Emown family trees, teach them thank you and please As they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow ^Dagain ^EmThis old trail will lead me right back to where it beg^Dins

^DSo I try to understand what I ^Emcan't hold in my hand And ^Gwhatever I find, I'll ^Afind my way back to ^Dyou ^DAnd if you could try to find it too 'Cause this ^Emplace has overgrown into waxing mood ^GHome is wherever we are if there's ^Alove there ^Dtoo