Bar-Code Trees by Bart Davenport Lyrics

Spirits in the basement speak to the soccer moms
With an ancient good witch's code
There's a general store hey don't bust the screen door
What's your hurry for you're only ten years old

City boy on a train ride through the country
Where the rivers are as wide as his eyes
Side by side the chapel with the forbidden apple
And the weeping willow only sighs

Paint the yellows and the reds of autumn
Convey the stillness of bar-code trees
Or that Bonnie and Clyde car rusting in the shade
Where they swerved off the road so long ago

There's a green blanket that rolls over the hills
And valleys of this heart breaking land
She left Metropolis to make a home here
But one day she'll paint the desert sands

City boy...
Don't let it bug you that you're not behind the wheel
New England hugs you like a real grandfather
And you know you'll never stay here it's way too nice
Try and find a place where you belong

So all aboard the chew chew you know it behoves you
They say love is on the loose broke out of the caboose
All the way through New Haven with the yankee doodle dandies
Commuters headed further than the Amtrak goes
There are no tracks there I bet you can relax there
Beneath the swaying palms with the boom boxes on, Mmm-huh

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