Eight Miles High (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

This is a song about an airplane ride over to England Called "Eight Miles High" 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 goin' Are somewhere, just being their own Nowhere is, there warmth to be found Among those afraid of losin' their ground Rain gray town, known for it's sound In places, small faces unbound (One, two, three) Round the squares, huddled in storms Some laughin', some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines Some livin', some standing alone