Eight Miles High

Eight miles high

And when you touch down

You'll find that it's

Stranger than knownSigns in the street

That say where you're goin'

Are somewhere

Just being their ownNowhere is

There warmth to be found

Among those afraid

Of losing their groundRain gray town

Known for its sound

In places

Small faces unboundRound the squares

Huddled in storms

Some laughing

Some just shapeless formsSidewalk scenes

And black limousines

Some living

Some standing alone