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Tom:
D [Verse]
D I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend,
Em All the fruit's on the ground, the birds have all moved back into my attic,
D Whistled in static, young learn to fly, I will patch up the holes once again,
D Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead,
Em I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fed,
D I would be, too, I keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon (Isn't soon) [Chorus]
D Em So I try to understand, what I can't hold in my hand,
G A D And whatever I find, I'll find my way back to you,
D And if you could try to find it too, cause this
Em Place is overgrown, it's a waxin' moon,
G A D Home is wherever we are if there's love here, too [Verse]
D Back of my house, there's a trail that won’t end, We went walking so far that it grew back in
Em And there's no trail at all, only grass growing tall,
D Get out my machete, and battle with time once again,
Em D But I'm bound to lose cause I’ll be damned if time don’t win
D I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend, All the seeds from the fruit buried and begin their
Em Own family trees, teach them thank you and please,
D Spread their own roots, then watch the young fruit grow again,
Em D And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins, [Chorus]
D Em So I try to understand, what I can't hold in my hand, and
G A D whatever I find I'll find my way back to you,
D And if you could try to find it too, cause this
Em Place is overgrown, it's a waxin' moon,
G A D Home is wherever we are if there's love here, too
G A D Said home is wherever we are if there's love here, too
G A D Home is wherever we are if there's love here, too
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Composição: Jack Johnson

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