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 there own

Nowhere is, there warmth to be found

Among those, afraid of losing their ground

Rain, grey town, known for it's sound

In places, small faces unbound

Round the squares, huddled in storms

Some laughing, some just shapeless forms

Sidewalks scenes, and black limousines

Some living, some standing alone