Stratford

Текст песни Liz Phair - Stratford-On-Guy <br/> I was flying into Chicago at night<br />Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke<br />The sun was setting to the left of the plane<br />And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow<br />In 27-D, I was behind the wing<br />Watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen<br /><br />The earth looked like it was lit from within<br />( )<br />Like a poorly assembled electrical ball<br />As we moved out of the farmlands into the grid<br />The plan of a city was all that you saw<br />And all of these people sitting totally still<br />As the ground raced beneath them, thirty-thousand feet down<br /><br />It took an hour, maybe a day<br />But once I really listened the noise just fell away<br /><br />And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video<br />The stewardess came back and checked on my drink<br />In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot<br />As I had on my headphones<br />Along with those eyes that you get<br />When your circumstance is movie-size<br /><br />It took an hour, maybe a day<br />But once I really listened the noise just fell away<br /><br />It took an hour, maybe a day<br />But once I really listened the noise just fell away