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 pipes



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



But I learned fast how to

Keep my head up, 'cause I

Know I've 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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