Eight Miles High

(Clark,Crosby,McGuinn) Eight miles high And when you touch down You find you´re Stranger than known Signs in the street That say where you´re going Are somewhere Just being their own Nowhere is there Warmth to be found Just those afraid Of losing their ground Rain grey town Known for its sound In places Small faces around Round the squares Huddled in storms Some laughing Some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes And black limousines Some living Some standing Alone