I see America from airplane windows
Center front row on top of the world
Looking out on this quilt of old scraps
These green squares laid flat like flags unfurled
They're stitched together by our
There's a trace of Your face
Looking up from my hotel window
There in the moon's glow, I find Your eyes
Watching over me through clouds of silver
Stretched like fingers over midnight skies
Then I can, I can, I can see You