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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,