He says he wants to get better
But first he has to get a little sicker
He holds his tongue like he holds his liquor
Too young to call it quits
Too old to settle for nostalgia
So he settles for this
Too scared to slow down
And find out what he missed
No more hiding his medicine under his tongue
Because that song's been sung
Salutes the angels for his rescue
And subsequent protection
He'd like to thank the Windy City
For blowing this angel in his direction