Stratford-On-Guy

I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D, I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen
The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball
We moved out of the farmland into the grid
The plan of a city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them 30,000 feet down.
It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened, the noise
Just fell away.
And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot
There's a hat on my headphones, along with those eyes
That you get when your circumstance is movie-size
It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened,the noise
Just fell away.
It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened, the noise
Just fell away.
But once I really listened, the noise
Just fell away.