Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bar-Code Trees, artist - Bart Davenport. Date of issue: 20.10.2003
Song language: English
Bar-Code Trees |
| 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… |