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 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