Bomb

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 the landscape roll out like credits on a screen

And 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 manmade electrical ball

As we moved out of the farmlands and 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 30,000 feet down

And 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"

And 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 that the plane's going to crash in five minutes

And this, this is your very last sight"

"You'd better look, look to your left, passengers

You'd better look, look to your right

Cause I'm going to take this plane out in less than five minutes

And this, this is your very last sight"