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

There's 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 it's 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 didn't need no first names

We could live by our own laws in favor



Every house not a home but dare do I roam

There's a light on the porch here for someone



Now if Bartles & Jaymes didn't need no first names

We could live by our own laws in favor