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 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
Now I got this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot, and just
Fly the whole mess into the sea
