Eight Miles High

Eight miles high
And when you touch down

You'll find that it's
Stranger than known

Signs in the street
That say where you're going

Are somewhere just
Being their own

Nowhere is there to be found
Among those afraid
Of losing their ground

Mean grey town known for its sound
In places small places unbound
Now the squares of moving storms
Some laughin
Some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes
And black limosines
Some living and some standing alone