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 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 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