Song Description

Farmer John represents everyone who takes life too seriously, spends his time locked inside and misses all the fun that's going on in the barn behind his house.

Lyrics

Cock-a-doodle-do said the rooster to the moon
He don't care that its use can break up our mood
Everything old, it was once brand-new
Take your candle and make it dark 'till we make our move

These nights we all arrive to the barn behind your room
Farmer John's retired he's closed the blinds
To revive his marching tunes

Free-ride hitchhiking all night
Keep feeling alright, getting closer to the goal
Wondering if this time will be as good as last time
As Living in Lost-Green-Grove

My mind's playing tricks (a complication)
See it rolling from the station as we're running up the road
My, my, they blocked the road, they rolled the stone
And they stole the hope
But they won't keep me from coming back home

These nights we all arrive to the barn behind your room
Farmer John's retired he's closed the blinds
To recite his Mark and Luke

All their rules
Old and hard like stone ruins
But our moves unlock the doors and take us there
Take me back to where the music's groovin'

These nights we all arrive to the barn behind your room
Farmer John's retired he's closed the blinds
To revive his marching tunes

These nights they all arrive
These nights they shine
These nights they cross the line
To the barn behind your room