Eight Miles High

(Clark,Crosby,McGuinn)
Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You find youґre
Stranger than known
Signs in the street
That say where youґre 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