Liz Phair - Stratford-on-guy Lyrics
I was flying into chicago at nightWatching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smokeThe sun was setting to the left of the planeAnd the cabin was filled with an unearthly glowIn 27-d I was behind the wing watching landscape roll outLike credits on a screenThe earth looked like it was lit from withinLike a poorly assembled electrical ball as we movedOut of the farmlands into the gridThe plan of the city was all that you sawAnd all of these people sitting totally stillAs the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet downIt took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened, the noiseJust went awayAnd I was pretending that I was in a galaxie 500 videoThe stewardess came back and checked on my drink in the last strings of sunlight, a bridgette bardotTheres a head on my headphonesAlong with those eyes that you getWhen your circumstance is movie sizeIt took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened, the noiseJust went awayIt took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened, the noiseJust went away
