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 27D I was behind the wing
 Watching the landscape roll out
 Like credits on a screen
 
 I said look, look to your left passengers
 Look, look to your right
 You can pretend that you're here from outer space
 And this, this is your very first sight
 
 The earth looked like it was lit from within
 Like a big man-made electrical ball
 Out of the farmlands and into the gri
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
 
 I said look, look to your left passengers
 Look, look to your right
 You can pretend that you're here from the fifth century
 And this, this is your very first flight
 
 Then I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
 The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
 And I swear that she looked just like Brigitte Bardot
 As I had on my walkman and I had on those eyes
 That you get when your circumstance is movie size
 
 And I said look, look to your left passengers
 Look, look to your right
 You can pretend the plane's going to crash in 5 minutes
 And this, this is your very last sight
 
 You better look, look to your left passengers
 Look, look to your right
 Cause I'm going to take this plane out in less than 5 minutes
 And this, this is your very last sight