Lyrics

1812 Oakwood Road
Same little clapboard house among the trees
The tire swing I made all those years ago
Still sways and spins in the autumn breeze
Every plank and every nail have stories they could tell
Of battles won and lost in the war of 1812

Chorus:
In those walls lines were drawn
In those rooms war was waged
We took no prisoners, gave no ground
Kids caught in the crossfire of our rage
We turned our little piece of heaven into hell
There were no winners in the war of 1812

In my truck beside the gravel drive
I'm shaking with heartache and regret
Trying to recall how we let it go so far
That so much sorrow is left
It would all be different if I could turn back time
But in the end only the house survived

Bridge:
And I can hear the screen door rattle like it did that April day
Filled with little faces watching Daddy drive away

Half Chorus:
The house on Oakwood Road is just an empty shell
And there were no winners in the war of 1812