Eight Miles High – Golden EarringBy Eight miles highAnd when you touch downYou’ll find that it’s stranger than knownSigns in the streetThat say where you’re goingAre somewhere, just being there ownNowhere is their warmth to be foundAmong those afraid of losing their groundRain, gray town, known for it’s soundIn places, small faces unbound‘Round the squares, huddled in stormsSome laughing, some just shapeless formsSidewalks scenes and black limousinesSome living, some standing alone www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20