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 was 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.