I'm digging up the bones Of the failures I've buried I'm pulling down my white flags In varying stages of sun-bleached and grey Gonna sew 'em all together Gonna fashion the bones into a frame Tie the flags on with string Stretched across until they're wings I'm no closer to heaven I clipped a bird With my car on the freeway He won't see a burial And all week long, I kept thinking of death How me and Hemingway share forehead scars I won't meet the same fate that he did In a world that I can't fix With a hammer in my grip I'm no closer to heaven It feels like the day before something important It feels like the first snow of the season that sticks It's how I'll always feel like a failure In the back of my head No matter where I've been The future feels bright Like the glow of a city Out across the Great Plains Where the closer I get, the further I feel away I could stay here in the darkness Feels like I'm wandering in circles for days I may never reach the gates I'll keep walking anyway No closer to heaven