A cold and wet November dawn

And there are no barking sparrows

Just emptiness to dwell upon.



I fell into a winter slide

And ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow

Just eking out my measly pies.



But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I

Know there is this side of me that

Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just

Fly the whole mess into the sea.



Another slow train to the coast

Some brand new gory art from way on high

I sink and then I swim all night.



I watch the ice melt on the glass

While the eloquent young pilgrims pass

And leave behind their trail

Imploring us not to fail.



Of course I raised to gather courage from those

Lofty tales so tried and true and

If you're able I'd suggest it 'cause this

Modern thought can get the best of you.



This rather simple epitaph can save your hide your falling mind

Fate isn't what we're up against there's no design no flaws to find

There's no design no flaws to find.



But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I

Know I got this side of me that

Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just

Fly the whole mess into the sea.