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 $$#embled 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