[Intro]
(w/Ebass) (w/Ebass)
[Verse]
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
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
No-where is there to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Mean grey town known for its sound
In places small places un-bound
[Instrumental]
(w/Ebass) (w/Ebass)
[Chorus 2]
Now the squares of moving storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limosouines
Some living some standing alone