C Em I just stepped on a plane, my bags on the shelfAm F I find my seat in the middle and plan to keep to myselfC Em The pilot comes on, says "there's been a delay"Am F And I sigh, buckle up, and prepare for the waitC Em There's a middle-aged woman on my right by the windowAm F No ring on her finger maybe divorced or a widow?C Em She's drafting an email and from where I am seatedAm F I can side-eye that shit, so of course I'm gon' read it It said:C Em Dear McCrackenAm F This is already great dude's got a pen pal and a killer last nameC Em Am F She opens with an inside joke and she's hopin' to set a casual tone, her words carefully chosenC Em She was sure that her week spent in Houston would dragAm F But then a face from her past quickly changed all of thatC Em The trip was for business, she's used to the travelAm F But this time she's not ready to head back to Seattle [Chorus]C G Am Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this planeF C I can't admit the half of it that I want to sayG Do I pretend? Do I push you away?Am F I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I'll give youC I'll give you your spaceC G Am F CC Em I can tell by the abuse of the backspace keyAm F There's a heart balanced on how her words are perceivedC Em She's retyped that fourth paragraph four timesAm F Swinging the tone back forth until she's so satisfiedC Em That he knows that even though their paths have divergedAm F There's an air of regret but not enough to reverseC Em And I am stunned, there I sit, completely convincedAm F That once you grow old you stop dealin' with thisC Em Am The uncertain, the hurtin', the feelin like dirt when things don'tF Work out by the fall of the curtainC Em She hits send, powers off, and we're ready to goAm F And I am sad for the passion that McCracken, he might never know [Chorus]C G Am Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this planeF C I can't admit the half of it that I want to sayG Do I pretend? Do I push you away?Am F I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I'll give you I'll give you yourC G Am Dear McCracken, I'm keepin' this on my chestF C I said a lot of things but none of them what I meantG Do I pretend? Do I try to forget?Am F I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I wish youC I wish you the bestC G Am FC G And I thought, I thought by that ageAm F C Our broken hearts had seen their worstC G Am And I thought that kind of heartache was meant for the youngF But we're never too old to hurtC G And I thought, I thought by that ageAm F C Our broken hearts had seen their worstC G Am And I thought that kind of heartache was meant for the youngF But we're never too old to hurtC G Am FC Em I just stepped off a plane, I've got one regretAm F I know I'll never get closure or ever see how it endsC Em No I won't know his answer, what happens between themAm F And why she kept her cards so close even she couldn't see themC Em What gave her such pause when she so clearly wantedAm F To tell you all the emotions she tried so hard to bottleC E7 And I'll never know why she kept the honest truth from youAm But oh Dear McCrackenG In the rough draftF Oh in the rough draftC In the rough draft she loved you
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