Bar-Code Trees

	作曲 : 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...

	zuò qǔ : 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 barcode 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, Mmmhuh
	Ooh La La...