Robyn Hitch***** - Eight Miles High Lyrics
Eight miles high and when we touch downYou find that it's stranger than knownSigns in the street that say where you're goingAre somewhere just being their ownNowhere is there warmth to be foundAmong those afraid of losing their groundRain-grey town known for its soundsEmbrace it as small faces aboundIn July, 1965, The Byrds first visited Great Britain. I was twelve.You weren't even born yet. That situation continued.Round the square and out in the stormsSome laughing, some just shapeless formsSidewalk scenes and black limousinesSome living, some standing alone