Restorations Neighborhood Song
In a town where the kids try their best to sound just like their parents
The parents can't help but sound just like their kids
He says "Man, you don't know me"
With a long late-morning stare
He says "I want you to know that you do not know"
I let it sink in
How I'm sinking
Unbound leaves in a black drawer
Dusty snow under a flickering light
All that white noise over the things we have catalogued
Will you free me from the days where this panic tears at my soul
Free me from the days where I don't know my home
The song of the neighborhood
Sung like the song of the world
