Liz Phair Lyrics

Album: Exile In Guyville

Stratford-On-Guy Lyrics

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