Eight Miles High

Eight Miles High - The Hit Co.

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 goin'

Are somewhere

Just being their own

Nowhere is

There warmth to be found

Among those afraid

Of losing their ground

Rain gray town

Known for its sound

In places

Small faces unbound

Round the squares

Huddled in storms

Some laughing

Some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes

And black limousines

Some living

Some standing alone