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   And 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 abound   Round the squares   Huddled in storms   Some laughing   Some just shapeless forms   Sidewalk scenes   And black limousines   Some living   Some standing   Alone.