Letra de The Old Fisher Burial Ground

There's always music playing near the fountains
And I don't think I've ever seen the band
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand
All this waiting
And no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps
Makes room tones fade and drown
There are speakers on a pole in every corner
The wires go unchecked for days and days
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray
All this waiting
And no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps
Makes room tones fade and drown
Like reveille at dawn to me
The floor is shaking
All this waiting
And no one is calling out
Seven stones, they stand on city limits
With their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it
It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, no relationship
No escape and only one to miss
There's the Fisher plot off highway 22
It overlooks the road from raised ground
Seven stones, they stand on city limits
With their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it
It's how they wanted to be found
No escape
No relationship
I know I'm small-time
I know this city's mind
I've seen some places
So what I take and what I leave are one the same
One and the same
They're nothing