Home – Jack Johnson
Nghệ sĩ: Jack Johnson
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
Intro
Verse→ Phiên khúc
I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend,
All the fruit's on the ground, the birds have all moved back into my attic,
Whistled in static, young learn 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,
I would be, too, I keep 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 is overgrown, it's a waxin' moon,
Home is wherever we are if there's love here, too
Verse→ Phiên khúc
Back of my house, there's a trail that won’t end,
We went walking so far that it grew back in
And 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 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,
Spread their own roots, then watch the young fruit grow again,
And 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 is overgrown, it's a waxin' moon,
Home is wherever we are if there's love here, too
Said home is wherever we are if there's love here, too
Home is wherever we are if there's love here, too