Letra da Música Home Jack Johnson

I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground
And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistled in static
Young learn to fly I will patch up the holes once againWell, 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
And I would be too I'll keep food in my belly
And hope that my time isn't soon, isn't soonSo 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
'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing moon
Home is wherever we are if there's love here tooIn the back of my house there's a trail that won't end
We were walking so far that it grew back in
Now there's no trail at all, only grass growing tall
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 winI gotta get home there's a garden to tend
All the seeds from the fruit buried and began
Their own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots
Then watch the young fruit grow again
This old trail will lead me right back to where it beginsSo 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
'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing moon
Home is wherever we are if there's love here too

Composição: Jack Johnson.