Fieldwork - The Mailbox Lyrics

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