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 pipe
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 all not to fail
Of course, I was raised to gather courage
From those lofty tales so tried and true
But 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
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