Lyrics:

Eight miles high and when you touch downYoull find that its stranger than knownSigns in the street that say where youre goingAre somewhere just being their ownNowhere is there warmth to be foundAmong those afraid of losing their groundRain gray town known for its soundIn places small faces unboundRound the squares huddled in stormsSome laughing some just shapeless formsSidewalk scenes and black limousinesSome living some standing alone