Window Seat - Your Friend, Peter Giles

The countryside looks like a quilt

All the cities look like building blocks with mirrors

My neighbor in the next seat has his headphones loud enough for me to hear

One more hour till seattle says the stewardess over the microphone

My window is my TV like I'm sitting in my living room alone

I'm all alone

I get so lost when I change my Tv screen

My mind lets go of what's been bugging me

Oh what's been bugging me

The country roads below and endless fog is quite the scenery

Quite the scenery before you know it I'll be back

But until then I will be an adventurer and no less than that

No less than that

The plane flies low surprising sunny day

And I can see the fixtures coming in across the bay

My hotel's only five miles away

There's just something about this city I can't explain