Alright, for my freelance. It came to me while watching a "Home Improvement" rerun. Though it has very little to do with the TV series, the idea still remained.
From the other side, comes:

Staying On Your End

There's some force of nature that won't allow fences to stand still
As though we neighbors come together under the force's will.

Season after season, we approach it as though it were a game
Rules are silence, stay on your side; "Gee, I don't even know his name."

Setting boundary between us, as we walk towards the line
His only reply, "You stay on your end, and I'll stay on mine."

God forbid I need a weed whacker, all hope would be lost
I would only see him after the wall had been bitten by frost.

Why is this boundary here? Why can't its importance wait?
All it will do is fall apart... But my neighbor will learn too late.

I could say "breasts" and never hear a response
becuase of a stubborn man, who'll make sure it doesn't get across.

Here we go, it's the same thing; on a spring day so fine
He'll have it no other way; "You stay on your end, and I'll stay on mine."