The Corwith Brothers - Faun Fables

Every Friday, at four

To a darkened door

We bring this package

Which always gets sent

But they’re never in

And so we begin

To wonder if they paid the rent

To wonder if they paid the rent

There’s wooden partitions

Which reek of suspicion

We notice a roll of banker’s chairs

Pulled out or pushed about

As if someone was recently there

As if someone was recently there

But they’ll be right back

Oh, they’ll be right

There’s a sign on the door

That says

They’ll be right back

They’re not like the others

The Corwith Brothers

They’ll be right back

The place looks old

Like time has its hold

On the moment

The occupants disappeared

The objects are moved

But the workers removed

I tell my dispatcher

Man, this is just too weird

I tell my dispatcher

Man this is just too weird

It doesn’t seem right

No computers in sight

I wonder

Just what kind of business they do

If no one would mind

I’d go in and find

A world away

From all that is new

But they’ll be right back

Oh, they’ll be right

There’s a sign on the door that says

They’ll be right back

They’re not like the others

The Corwith Brothers

They’ll be right back