Paroles de la chanson Home - Honolulu, HI :
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

When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up 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