Tiny Hawks - Give It Rest lyrics

The lights of small towns swallowed by the fog of the railroad Cutting the sound of three lives now preserved in the fog and streetlight And the dust of nets are absorbed Into the legacies by which avenues are named Myths are made of elm street houses With the shoes hanging from wires outdoors The wild outdoors should not be fear to look at or danger to meet In likeness, in family In an attempt to find the connection Between what no longer exists and yourself The ways in which one leaves a place And the way its ghosts become part of you The transparency of some histories And the telephone of your ghost stories Station wagons and strip malls The summer night before the fall The burning leaves The pavement, all Clamor for you to lay it to rest