Eight Miles High - 3

Eight miles high, and when you touch down

No time can be stranger than now

Signs on the street‚ and where are we going

Out somewhere just to be alone

Nowhere near‚ what can be found?

Among us we can’t lose more ground

Time may tell‚ long though it sounds

These places, our faces abound

Out in square, lives covered in stone

Some laughing‚ most won’t take stand

Sidewalk of dreams as far as one sees

Some living, some standing alone