The wind blew a path through the fallen leavesAnd there showed a crack in the old oak treeThe door stood as if it was standing guardOf the dozen chipmunks in the backyardEvery house not a home but dare do I roamThere’s a light on the porch here for someoneOnce upon a time in a border townThe war was over, the guns laid downThe women, the men, the children savedNow it’s hard to remember it any other wayWhen the law acts as though there is nothing to showThere is compassion and depth in a neighborNow if Bartles & Jaymes didn’t need no first namesWe could live by our own laws in favorEvery house not a home but dare do I roamThere’s a light on the porch here for someoneNow if Bartles & Jaymes didn’t need no first namesWe could live by our own laws in favor