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 backyardEvery house not a home but dare do I roam
There's a light on the porch here for someoneOnce upon a time in a border town
The war was over, the guns laid down
The women, the men, the children say
Now it's hard to remember it any other wayWhen the law acts as though there is nothing to show
There is compassion and depth in a neighborNow if Bartles & Jaymes didn't need no first names
We could live by our own laws in favorEvery house not a home but dare do I roam
There's a light on the porch here for someoneNow if Bartles & Jaymes didn't need no first names
We could live by our own laws in favor