Eight Miles High — текст песни (byrds)

Eight miles high and when you touch down
You`ll find that it`s stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you`re going
Are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is there to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Mean grey town known for its sound
In places small, places unbound

Now the squares of moving storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limosines
Some living, some standing alone