Home Songtext

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 sleepin, I guess it got fed up with
not being fed
and I would be too I keep food in my belly and hope
that my time isn't soon.

And so I try to understand
what I can't hold in my hand
jhojhhk jf oofn
and where ever we are
home is there too.

And if you could try to find it too
cause this place is over grown its a waxin moon
Home is where ever we are if there's love there too.

In the back of our house there's a trail that won't
end
We've been walking so far that it grew back in
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 cause I'll be damned if time
don't win.

I gotta 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
as they spread their own roots then watch the young
fruit grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it
begins.

And so I try to understand
what I can't hold in my hand
jhojhhk jf oofn
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 over grown its a waxin moon
Home is where ever we are if there's love there too.

Jack Johnson Home songtext