Young Icarus - Bill Callahan

Young Icarus flew at night for years

He flew and flew and flew

Over the maze he was born into

He flew and flew and flew

Until he reached morning

It was a cold, cold sea

And we crawled out of the water

As obsessed with evolution as ever

From a hill behind a gas station in Scranton

I could see the old ways stitching out in their graves

And I thought, but I didn’t say

«Woman, ain’t it glorious?

Without a past there’d be no one here but us

Lonely as Adam and Eve»

So I left Eden with a song up my sleeve

Well, the past has always lied to me

The past never gave me anything but the blues

Oh, what’s a hot poor boy to do?

Empty the nest for the cuckoos

And wander, wander, wander