Home (Live at Libbey Bowl: Ojai, CA) - Jack Johnson
I've got to get home there's a garden to tend
All the foods on the ground
The birds have all moved back
Into my attic whistling static
When the young learn to fly
I will patch all my 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
And I would be too I keep food in my belly
Hope that my time isn't soon
Has it gonna dory
So I tried 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
In the back of our house there's a trail that won't end
We went walking so far
It grew back again
And there's no trail at all
Only grass growing taller
Get out my machete battle
With time once again
But I'm bound to lose
Because I'll be down if time don't win
So I tried 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
