Letra de 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
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 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
as 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 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