Jack Johnson - Home

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

^CSo I try to understand, what I ^Amcan't hold in my hand, and where ^Cever we are, Home is there too,

^CAnd if you can try to find it to, cause this ^Amplace is overgrowing to wax and gloom, ^CHome is where ever we ^Dare if there's nothing to,

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

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

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