It's epiphany day.

When panic grips your body and your heart's a hummingbird,
Raven thoughts blacken your mind 'til you're breathing in reverse,
And all your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse,
And every reassurance just magnifies the doubt,
Better find yourself a place to level out.

I never thought of running;
My feet just led the way.

Mixed up signals (moving out),
Bullet train (moving out),
Cars are switched out in the crazy rain.
I could meet you any place
If the Brakeman turns my way.

All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand,
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan.
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South,
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out.

I tried to pass for nothing,
But my dreams gave me away.

Mixed up signals (moving out),
Bullet train (moving out),
People snuffed out in the brutal rain,
I could live to any age
If the Brakeman turns my way.

~Bright Eyes, "If the Brakeman Turns My Way," abridged.