Young Pilgrims Songtext

von 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 this kind of kid
Who goes down chutes too narrow
Just eking out my measly pies

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 than 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 not to fail

Of course I was raised to
Gather courage from those lofty tales
So tried and true
And 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've got this side of me
That wants to grab the yoke from the pilot
And just fly the whole mess into the sea