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