Writing and produced by Shawn Williams aka Shawn streets I own 💯percent of all my music (Remastered)

[Verse 1] Middle seat Flight 209 Stranger’s elbow on the line Tiny cup of melted ice I start guessing paradise Clouds like islands Drift in rows “I think it’s raining down below” You roll your eyes Put in your phone I’m still reading shapes in storms [Chorus] I’m the middle seat meteorologist Calling sun through a plastic window twist Saying “Trust me It’s clear past all this gray” (oh yeah) I chart futures in the trails we leave Tiny map on the backseat screen If I say it’s bright We’ll land on a bright Bright day [Verse 2] You ask “How do you even know?” I shrug “I just watch the glow” City grids and river veins Look like puzzles in my brain Seatbelt sign begins to chime We’re descending through the white You laugh “Okay What’s your call?” “I predict we’ll make it home at all” (hey) [Chorus] I’m the middle seat meteorologist Calling sun through a plastic window twist Saying “Trust me It’s clear past all this gray” I chart futures in the trails we leave Tiny map on the backseat screen If I say it’s bright We’ll land on a bright Bright day [Bridge] If it’s stormy where you are Scoot in Share this armrest star I’ll point down You’ll look and see Somewhere you’re supposed to be [Chorus] I’m the middle seat meteorologist Calling sun through a plastic window twist Saying “Trust me It’s clear past all this gray” (oh yeah) I chart futures in the trails we leave Tiny map on the backseat screen If I say it’s bright We’ll land on a bright Bright day Bright day Bright day