This is the one in which I miraculously pulled out
Of a free-fall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota
And this is the one like 10 years ago
That I told you about
Where my wings iced up in the fall, as it gets colder
I was concealing his kid, under his crew neck state school sweatshirt
While he grinned off in the distance, behind prescription shades
They 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 had the tools
I could have been a preacher, if I suffered fools
When move into the city, I know I'll 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 free-fall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota
And this is the one like 10 years ago
That I told you about
Where my wings iced up in the fall, it gets colder X 2