The lyrics are an eery premonition: “I can feel the angels coming for me but I’m not ready to leave/I’ve got a promise to keep.”
When are we gonna see you back out and about?
That’s the part that’s to be determined. My prognosis when I was unconscious was that I wouldn’t be walking or talking for six to 12 months and there was an 80 percent chance I’d have full amnesia. I’ve obviously managed to walk and talk and my memory is pretty decent. I’ve got some vertigo issues that set me back, but they’re projecting I’d be able to tour by February or March.
it's hard to hear how close to death he was (like when he says he flatlined a few times during the surgeries), but it is so great to hear how well he is doing compared to how they thought he'd be doing. and he seems to be the same old matthew, using long words and joking about everything.