The wind blew a path through the fallen leaves
And there showed a crack in the old oak tree
The door stood as if it was standing guard
Of the dozen chipmunks in the backyard
Every house not a home but dare do I roam
Theres a light on the porch here for someone
Once upon a time in a border town
The war was over, the guns laid down
The women, the men, the children saved
Now its hard to remember it any other way
When the law acts as though there is nothing to show
There is compassion and depth in a neighbor
Now if Bartles Jaymes didnt need no first names
We could live by our own laws in favor
Every house not a home but dare do I roam
Theres a light on the porch here for someone
Now if Bartles Jaymes didnt need no first names
We could live by our own laws in favor