This song was inspired by the full circle of my recovery: I've gone from being in treatment 10 years ago and being suicidally depressed, to working on the other side trying to help other asshole zombie lost causes. I was a real snot when I got to treatment. My mom drove me down, and the whole two hour drive I told her that she was crazy and I didn't have a problem We got in one screaming match that almost sent us careening off the highway. I was only going for a five day evaluation that I was certain would end with a clean bill of chemical health. I brought a bunch of Henry Miller and other alcohol glorifying writers with me into treatment and they were confiscated and replaced by recovery literature...Of course I railed and raged at them that I had brought "literature" and what they gave me was not "literature" and I threw the books down. But after a few hours alone in the intake room I sat down and read the AA and NA basic texts and slowly began to identify. I remember my first moment of clarity a few days later sitting under a tree looking at the sunset over the lake the treatment center was on. I just had this incredible desire to be clean well up from inside me. I also felt a new confidence that I could make it if I surrendered to the process. I got all shivery and it was the beginning of my spiritual journey of recovery, which has just gotten shiveryer and shiveryer. I attribute all this shivering to angelic intervention since I know it came from way beyond the ingrained misery of my personality, which loves whining and pining and suffering...not mystic spiritual shivering. I remember later after a tearful family therapy week, discovering the footprints poster in a hallway and being touched by its simple beauty. 4 weeks earlier, I would have scorned that poem as cheesy and hokey, but my heart had started to crack open.Similarly, my songwriting has slowly evolved through my recovery in the direction of increasing melody and simplicity. Pretty soon I'll just be a mooney, unable to muster any more complicated flights of obfuscating agonizing poesy, only able to croon a simple child's tune that repeats a happy phrase over and over. I will produce a droning drooling tranquil tune that will bore the uninitiated to tears, but which will bring delight to enlightened listeners and pure hearted retards alike.

Paging through the history sorting out the mystery
Of how I made it out of that labyrinth intact
Must be some spirit guides, angels by my side

Half turned to stone, you slowly woke me
Just a word or a touch sometimes, the strangest little signs
Guiding me back to the blue skies where I used to fly

Angels calling Come Fly
Angels calling It’s time to die
And rise

One set of footprints through some of those events
You didn’t leave me though, quite the opposite
You lifted me through Suicide, two big wings flapping overtime

I was a hollow Zombie, a shell shocked asshole lost cause
But you rocked me in your arms, and everything went soft
And my skin began to tickle, as feathers pressed from within

What dreams may come, come and fly
What dreams may com when it’s time to die
And rise

Now I’m showing up at your door as your heart hits the floor
And when you see my smile is genuine you decide to stop your fight
And cry all night, and let in the light

As you give up your suffering, your soul comes pouring in
You learn what it means to Surrender to win
And inherit the goodness that was always within

I am returning the favor and learning to fly
I am an angel just in time
I rise