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’s not a home But dare do I roam There’s a light on the porch here for someone And 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’s nothing to show There’s compassion and depth in a neighbor Now if Bartles and Jaymes didn’t need no first names We could live by our own laws and favor Every house’s not a home But dare do I roam There’s a light on the porch here for someone Now if Bartles and Jaymes didn’t need no first names We could live by our own laws and favor