Young Pilgrams — The Shins

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 Read more at