Olde Fisher Burial Ground Lyrics

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 twenty two
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