Eight Miles High Testo

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
Some living and some standing alone