Fergus Falls - Field Report

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