Eight Miles High

Eight miles high and when you touch down

You'll find that it's stranger than known

Signs in the streets that say where you're going

Are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is there warmth to be found

Among those afraid of losing their ground

Rain grey town, known for its sound

In places unbound

Round the squares huddled in storms

Some laughing, some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes and black limousines

Some living, some standing alone

Eight miles high and when you touch down

You'll find that it's stranger than known

Signs in the streets that say where you're going

Are somewhere just being their own