The Mailbox

I think there's no one home Fences gates and padlocks Guard this great unknown What tales have I been told By daydreamers and nighthawks To start me on this road? When darkness falls the sound that crawls Through the ether Before it slowly disappears It leaves a trace on my receiver And that's what brought me here A note says - leave a note But you won't find the mailbox Just feed it to the crows And watch them as they go High over the beanstalks Into our great unknown When darkness falls the voice that calls Through the ether And whispers sharply - can you hear? It leaves the question ringing in my ear When darkness falls the ghosts that waltz Through the ether Before they quickly disappear They leave a trace on my receiver And that's what keeps me here I guess that no one's home Fences crows and beanstalks Another winding road