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