I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend All the fruit's on the ground And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistling static Younger 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 And I would be too I need food in my belly And hope that my time isn't soon, isn't soon
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 'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood Home is wherever we are if there's love there too
In the back of our 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 'bout 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 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 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 'Cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood Home is wherever we are if there's love here too
Compositor: Jack Hody Johnson (Jack Johnson) ECAD: Obra #2810478 Fonograma #13301751