From A Window Seat

Em C Am Em Em I buckle in my seatbelt and plug my headset in a chair C And to the music, I watch flight attendants move Am They are pointing out the exits, but it looks more like a prayer Em Or an ancient dance their bloodline reaches through Em These planes are good for sifting through The warriors from the men C I get time to sit and watch them for a while Am You can see everywhere they're going And everywhere they've been Em In how they look out at the clouds each time they smile Em C And I think 'maybe he's in town for someone's birthday Em C Or maybe he makes trouble everywhere Em But as much he resists the conversation C Between the rivers and the freeways Am D Em He knows it's always there' Em As the Northwest Passage sits somewhere below me as I sleep C I dream of captains and explorers eating boots Am When I ask if I can join them, and they offer one to me Em I wake up as my home comes into view Em So I reached out down for my notebook to see what impressions could be spun C But it's just buildings and a million swimming pools Am So I leaf back through the pages to see where I am from Em Or for some crumbling map of what it's leading to Em C And I find that the hero in this song that I am writing Em C Doesn't know he's just an image of myself Em But as much he resists the conversation C Between the rivers and the freeways Am D Em He's somehow always asking them for help Em C A Em Em C Am Em Am D I want to make out all the signs I've been ignoring G C How the trees reach for the sky or in the length of someone's hair Am D Cause when you don't know where you are going Em D C Any road will take you there Em C So maybe I'm in town for someone's birthday Em C Maybe I make trouble everywhere Em But as much I resist the conversation C Between the rivers and the freeways Am D Em I know it's always there Am D Em I know it's always there Am D Em I know it's always there