Home by jackjohnsonmusic

I've got to get home
There's a garden to tend 
All the fruit’s on the ground
The birds have all moved back
Into my attic
Whistle then static
The young learn to fly
I will patch up the holes once 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
I would be too
I keep 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
A
nd whatever I find
I’ll find my way back to you

And if you could try to find it too
Because this place is overgrown

It’s a waxing moon


Home is wherever we are
If there's love here too


In the back of my house
There’s a trail that won't end

We went walking so far
It grew back in 

And now there's no trail at all
Only grass growing taller

Get out my machete
And battle with time once again

But I'm bound to lose
Because I'll be damned if time don't win



I got to get home
There's a garden to tend

All the seeds from the fruit
Buried and begin
Their own family trees
Teach them thank you and please

Spread their own roots
Then watch the young fruit grow again

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
Because this place is overgrown

It’s a waxing moon


Home is wherever we are
If there's love here too

Home is wherever we are
If there's love here too
Home is wherever we are
If there's love here too