Polar Bear Club - The Old 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 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