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 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
