Stratford-On-Guy (2018 Remaster)

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 27D, 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

As we moved out of the farmlands, 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, thirty-thousand feet down

It took an hour

Maybe a day

But once I really listened

The noise just went away

And I was pretending that I was in a galaxy 500 video

The stewardess came back and checked on my drink

In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot

'Cause I had 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 went away

It took an hour

Maybe a day

But once I really listened

The noise just went away

But once I really listened

The noise just fell away