A                  (D)     A    D   A      E 
This is the one in which I miraculously pulled out 

Fm                       D                   A                    
Of a free-fall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota 

A                            (D)       A        D    A     E 
And this is the one like ten years ago that I told you about 

         Fm               D                    A 
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 


D                                 E 
I could have been an artist, if I had the tools 

D                                E 
I could have been a preacher, if I suffered fools 

D                                    Fm              D 
When move into the city, I know I'll have to pay my dues 

A                      E              D 
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 ten years ago that I told you about 
Where my wings iced up in the fall, it gets colder X 2