Eight Miles High

Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than old
Signs in the street
That say where you're going
They are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is
Their warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground

Rain gray town
Known for its sound
In places small faces unbound

Down the squares
They are huddled in storms
Some laughing, some shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes
And black limousines
Some living, some standing alone