Scott and Jamie

Call us America's sweethearts

We found a place in Roxbury

Where we can meet the mortgage

Go to church on Sunday

I teach communion class

And David leads the choir

Ten years together, thinking 'bout children

Lots of children out there

Beat up, beat down, hoping for a home

And a harbor

A hand that doesn't hit

Where the form said father and mother

We had to cross it out

Father and father, that's David and me

Twelve months of waiting

Suddenly two little boys on our doorstep

Scared and crying

Gave them a bath and tucked them in

Three-year-old Jamie

Little brother Scott

Jamie had a bruise like a boot in the middle of his back

Love is love

No matter who, no matter where

Love is love

And a child knows when it's there

They can pry away the fingers

That graced these walls with dirt

They can pull us apart

They can lie, oh they can hurt

But love leaves a trace

And the heart holds a place for love's return

McDonalds and K-Marts

Do you know how hard it is to find kids' shoes?

Scott's first haircut

Grinning and a little confused

Outside the aquarium

Baseball jackets red and blue

A picture is like time standing still

Jamie was a scrapper

Punched his brother, decked the kid next door

He threw a plate at David

Then ducked and cowered waiting for the blow

After supper I held him close

"You're safe here, this is your home"

And the rains came to the parched and broken earth

The papers smelled the headlines

Gay parents, two little innocent boys

TV news on the front porch

Politicians made a lot of noise

Liberal governor

He gave the order

Social worker phoned

"Have 'em ready at three"

Picked Jamie up at daycare

Kids were running, shouting as they played

We didn't want to tell him

Maybe the governor could have explained

Jamie was screaming

When we strapped him in the welfare car

David said "We love you" and they were gone

You find out who your friends are

Some came 'round, some just let it go

Rallies on the Common

People singing, people saying no

This is crazy

But Scott and Jamie

Are still pinballs in a busted machine

Kitchen's clean and quiet

We changed the furniture around

Still keep Scott's rabbit

In the middle of the night sometimes I wake to the sound

Of a little one crying

When there's nothing there at all

David holds me, says "Go back to sleep"

Love is love

No matter who, no matter where

Love is love

And a child knows when it's there

They can pry away the fingers

That graced these walls with dirt

They can pull us apart

They can lie, oh they can hurt

But love leaves a trace

And the heart holds a place for love's return

The heart holds a place for love's return