Young Pilgrims

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