"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