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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