Tom: D Intro: D Em G D I gotta get home there's a guard in to tend, Em There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my addict, Whistle and static, D And the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes back again, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead, Em I thought it was sleeping I guess I got fed up, with not being fed, And I'm being too, D I keep feeding my belly and hope that my time isn't soon, Chorus: D So I try to understand, what I Em can't hold in my hand, and where G ever we are, Home is there too, D And if you can try to find it to, cause this Em place is overgrowing to wax and gloom, G Home is where ever we are if there's nothing to, D In the back of our house, there's a trail that went in, And walking so far that it grew back in, Em But there's no trail when the gras growing tall,and get around my shade, D and ..... with time once again, Em But I'm bound to lose we bound if time don't win, D I gotta get home there's a guard in to tend, All the seeds from the fruit berry are begin,the Em old family trees, these thank you and please, they spread there own roots, D they watch their own fruit will begin, Em D And this old trail will leave me right back to where it began, D So I try to understand, what I Em can't hold in my hand, and G whatever I find I'll find may way back to you, D And if you can try to find it to, cause this Em place is overgrowing to wax and gloom, G Home is where ever we are if there's nothing to,