Dawes - From a window seat

^EmI buckle in my seatbelt and plug my headset in a chair And to the m^Cusic, I watch flight attendants move They are po^Aminting out the exits, but it looks more like a prayer Or an a^Emncient dance their bloodline reaches through

These pl^Emanes are good for sifting through The warriors from the men I get t^Cime to sit and watch them for a while You can see ^Ameverywhere they're going

In how they lo^Emok out at the clouds each time they smile

And I think 'm^Emaybe he's in town for someone's birt^Chday Or m^Emaybe he makes trouble everywh^Cere But as much he resi^Emsts the conversation Between the ri^Cvers and the freeways ^AmHe knows it's a^Dlways the^Emre'

As the No^Emrthwest Passage sits somewhere below me as I sleep I dream of ca^Cptains and explorers eating boots When I a^Amsk if I can join them, and they offer one to me I wa^Emke up as my home comes into view

So I r^Emeached out down for my notebook to see what impressions could be spun But it's just bui^Cldings and a million swimming pools So I le^Amaf back through the pages to see where I am from Or for some cr^Emumbling map of what it's leading to

And I find that the h^Emero in this song that I am wr^Citing Doesn't kn^Emow he's just an image of myself^C But as much he resi^Emsts the conversation Between the ri^Cvers and the freeways He's so^Ammehow always as^Dking them for h^Emelp

I want to make o^Amut all the signs I've been igno^Dring How the tr^Gees reach for the sky or in the le^Cngth of someone's hair ^AmCause when you don't know where you are g^Doing ^EmAny road^D will take you the^Cre

So ma^Emybe I'm in town for someone's bi^Crthday ^EmMaybe I make trouble everywhe^Cre But as much I res^Emist the conversation Between the r^Civers and the freeways ^AmI know it's a^Dlways th^Emere ^AmI know it's a^Dlways th^Emere ^AmI know it's a^Dlways th^Emere