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.