| Song | Bar-Code Trees |
| Artist | Bart Davenport |
| Album | Game Preserve |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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... |
| zuo qu : 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... |
| 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... |