from a window seat

Dawes

I m buckle in my seatbelt, 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