Eight Miles High – The Birds

Eight miles high and when you touch down

Youll find that its stranger than known

Signs in the street that say where youre 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