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