D
D  C#m G  Em D Bm  x2
C

C                  Em
I look through the big windows at the airport again
          C
Far from home in 2014, disconnected and young
                          Em
In my bag, a book of zen poems that I read and re-read
                       C
They all say: “Don’t worry

Dreamed dust 
is always blowing

All this is a veil”

D  C#m G  Em D Bm  x2
D
D  C#m G  Em D Bm
C
D  C#m G  Em D Bm
C

Fill (1)             (I couldn't figure out the fill before Em)
E|----------------|
B|----------------|
G|-------------0--|
D|----4----2------|
A|----------------|
E|----------------|


C                                   Em
The veil of youth is lifting in me constantly  (Hm, hm)
(1)       C                             Em
Far from home again while everything is born by my eye  (Hm, hm-hm)
(1)   C                                  Em
Only now and this airport window and whatever I see  (Hm, hm)
        (1)      C
The dissolving youth of things is shown as emptiness
        Em
Dressed up as spring  (Hm, hm-hm)

G                       Am
All million colors and everyone I’ve known
           D
Passing through a mind and it’s this same mind
          C
That was born

                             Em
Wild and empty, wailing in electric lights since birth  (Hm, hm)
(1)       C                                    Em
Far from home at last, and I’m still trying to let the spring emerge
                         (1)  C
From beneath every thought unknown and vast  (Hm)
                         Em
But my youth and self assurance fill the sky
             C
“There’s no moon,” my young mind thinks
                     Em
“In a totally black night sky”
                C
But there is a moon