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