"At The Airport", by Scott Andrew LePera
From the (undated) demo version
Licensed under the Creative Commons nc-by-sa 2.0 license
Transcription by Adam Sampson
Key: F
F
Gm Bb F Dm
Gm Bb C
F Bb F
Another seven-thirty-seven rumbles overhead
Dm Bb Csus4
And they're always close enough to shake the walls
F Bb F
And I already know you haven't heard a word I've said
Dm Bb C
Over the din of breaking picture frames and china down the hall
Dm Bb
And even though it's been like this for years
Dm Bb C
I never tire of sweeping up all the things that keep you here
C Dm Bb F
But it's over your head to get over yourself
F/E Dm
A thousand souls go flying once again
Gm C F Fsus2 Bb C
And still you wouldn't want to be like them
You are the richest convict I have ever known
And you're serving out your term in golden cuffs
I won't pretend that it's not easier alone
But it's all there for the taking; what you have is good enough
And your world is only five square miles
The summer always seems to last twice as long as now
But it's over your head to get over yourself
When everything familiar's gone away
Gm C F Fsus2 Gm Bb F Dm Gm Bb C
And still I can't imagine why you'd stay
And I am thinking of you as I go to take my seat
And through the window I can see the wing
And I can spy your rooftop as the landing gear retreats
And I wonder if my leaving here is breaking anything
And the unrepentant sun beats down
On old abandoned swimming pools and the tracks outside of town
But I'm over your head, I'm over myself
It's something you could never understand
Gm C F
And I'll be sure to call you when I land
Gm C
Yes, I'll be sure to call you
Gm Bb C F
When I land