Eight Miles High [Live]

It is eight miles high (crowd cheers)

Eight miles high

And when you touch down

You'll find that it's stranger than known

Signs in the street

That says where you're going

Are somewhere, just being their own

Nowhere is their warmth to be found

Among those afraid of losing their ground

Rain, gray town, known for it's sound

In places, small faces unbound

Loud the skirts hollow in storms

Some laughing, some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes and black limousines

Some living, some standing alone

Thank you, Alright

We're giving this up for the long-term woman (crowd cheers)

I wrote this one specially for Barry (crowd cheers)