Corrected by: Jim Mason [email protected]
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
owhere is their warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
rain-gray town known for its sound
in places small place abound
Now the squares of moving storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limosouines
Some living some standing alone