I buckle in my seat belt, and 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 good for sifting through the warriors from the men
I get time to sit and watch them for a while
You can see everywhere they're going, and 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
Or maybe he makes trouble everywhere
But as much as 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 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 the song that I am writing
Doesn't know he's just an image of myself
But as much as he resists the conversation between the rivers and the freeways
He's somehow always asking them for help

I want to make out all of 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
Or 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

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Writer(s): Taylor Goldsmith