Liz Phair 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
