This Airplane Is A Ribbon Sherwood
This [E]airplane is a ribbon, with a[F#m] bird at either end
and it's [A]featherlight and [B]floating in the [E]wind.
And it [E]seems there's no direction, gentle [F#m]push from gentle hands
and I [A]have no way of [B]knowing where I'll [E]land.
And I'll [A]take that [B]long drive [C#m]down to spend [A]two months i[B]n your [C#m]town,
But I'm scared to death that I won't see you around.
And I've [E]seen a drunken poet spilling[F#m] verses on the bar.
I wish I re[A]membered them, so [B]beautiful and [E]so dark.
And I [E]watched that moment flicker, as they [F#m]vanished in the air
right in [A]front of me, but he [B]didn't seem to [E]care.
And I'll [A]take that [B]long drive [C#m]down to spend [A]two months i[B]n your t[C#m]own,
But I'm [A]scared to death that [B]I won't see you [C#m]around.
If you're [A]any[B]thing like[C#m] me, then you'll [A]pack your [B]bags and [C#m]leave
Cause you [A]know that you'll be [B]going eventua[C#m]lly.
And don't say it isn't [A]bad enough[B]
that I'm the only one who [C#m]cares about this stuff,
cause [A]we both know that [B]I won't go wit[C#m]hout you.
And don't say it wasn't [A]good enough[B]
cause these lonely couple [C#m]years have been too rough,
and [A]we both know that [B]I won't go wit[C#m]hout you.