Chris Hillman
Eight Miles High
Eight miles high and when you touch downYou'll find that it's stranger than knownSigns in the street that say where you're goingAre somewhere just being their ownNowhere is there warmth to be foundAmong those afraid of losing their groundRain gray town known for it's soundIn places small faces unboundRound the squares huddled in stormsSome laughing some just shapeless formsSidewalk scenes and black limousinesSome living some standing alone
From Letras Mania