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 angles for his rescue and subsequent protection
He'd like to thank the Windy City for blowing this angel in his direction