From a Window Seat

I'm 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

I've got time to sit and

Watch them for a while

You can see everywhere they're going

Everywhere they've been

And how they look out at the

Clouds each time they smile

And I think maybe he's in

Town for someone's birthday

Maybe he makes trouble everywhere

But as much he resists the

Conversation between the

Rivers and the freeways

He knows it's 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 it's 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 it's leading to

And I find that the hero in

This song that I am writing

Doesn't know he's just

An image of myself

But as much he resists the

Conversation between

The rivers and the freeways

He's somehow always

Asking them for help

I want to make out all the signs

I've been ignoring

How the trees reach for the sky

Or in the length of someone's hair

'Cause when you don't

Know where you are going

Any road will take you there

So maybe I'm in town

For someone's birthday

Maybe I make trouble everywhere

But as much I resist the

Conversation between the

Rivers and the freeways

I know it's always there

I know it's always there

I know it's always there