This is the one in which I miraculously pulled out
Of a freefall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota
This is the one like ten years ago I told you about

Where my wings iced up in the fall as it gets colder

I was concealing his kid under his crewneck stateschool sweatshirt

While he grinned off in the distance behind prescription shades
That were blocking out the clouded out sun while he was hoping against a daughter
And no one saw my banners, my bruises, my flares, my flags


I could have been an artist if I'd had the tools
I could have been a preacher if I suffered fools

When we move into the city I know I will have to pay my dues
And my respects to his sister and his mother too


This is the one in which I miraculously pulled out
Of a freefall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota
This is the one like ten years ago that I told you about

Where my wings iced up in the fall as it gets colder