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
Fences and tree lines
Rivers that unwind
And spell Your Name
There's a trace of Your face in
All that You create
Chorus
I can see You
Looking back at me
Trying to get through
To the heart of me
And I can see You
Running after me
Trying to break through
What's distracting me
And I can see You
I can see You
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
And I recognize You
Even in disguise
Chorus
If I can get past
All of the deadlines
Demons of daily grind
Then I can, I can, I can see You
Story Behind The Song:
I wrote this after two plane rides. The first was with fellow Rocketown artist Ginny Owens, who, if you don't know, is blind. I was describing the fields below us as looking like an old quilt when I realized just how seldom I'd ever noticed them before. The next week I flew out of Chicago as the sun was coming up and paused for the first time in my hectic week to notice God and wonder if that's why he made long flights and sunrises. I guess if you look at the world long enough it looks back. (Romans 1:20)