Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than you 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

Down the squares covered in stones
Some laughing
Some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes
And black limousines
Some limping
Some standing alone