Bar-Code Trees - Bart Davenport

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

Ooh La La…