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 the 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 Galaxie 500 video

The stewardess came back and checked on my drink

In the last strings of sunlight, a Bridgette Bardot

There's a head 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