Passenger - Lisa Hannigan ========================= G C Walking round Chicago, I have smuggled you as cargo, though you are far away unknowing. By the time we get to Salt Lake I have packed you in my suitcase, ironed the creases from my own remembering. She said Bird, why? We wound our way to Texas where I summoned remote hexes and I sent them across dust and oceans. In Phoenix, Arizona I had the notion I might phone you, but there it lived and died, a notion. She said Bird, why? I said (guitartabs.cc)