From A Window Seat Dawes Im buckle in my seat belt, plug my headset in a chair And to the music, I watch flight attendants move They are pointing out the exits, but it looks more like a prayer Or an ancient dance their bloodline reaches through These planes are built for sifting through the warriors from the men Ive got time to sit and watch them for a while You can see everywhere theyre going, everywhere theyve been And how they look out at the clouds each time they smile And I think, maybe hes in town for someones birthday Maybe he makes trouble everywhere But as much he resists the conversation between the rivers and the freeways He knows its always there As the northwest passage sits somewhere below me as I sleep I dream of captains and explorers eating boots When I ask if I can join them and they offer one to me I wake up as my home comes into view So I reach out down for my notebook to see what impressions could be spun But its just buildings and a million swimming pools So I leaf back through the pages to see where I am from Or for some crumbling map of what its leading to And I find that the hero in this song that I am writing Doesnt know hes just an image of myself But as much he resists the conversation between the rivers and the freeways Hes somehow always asking them for help I want to make out all the signs Ive been ignoring How the trees reach for the sky or in the length of someones hair Cause when you dont know where you are going Any road will take you there So maybe Im in town for someones birthday Maybe I make trouble everywhere But as much I resist the conversation between the rivers and the freeways I know its always there
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 16:52:46 +0000
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