From the Albums:
* Eight miles high
* Golden Earring Live
* The naked truth
Eight miles high
and when you touch down
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢ll find that itâ"š¬â"ž¢s stranger than known
Signs in the street
That say where youâ"š¬â"ž¢re going
Are somewhere, just being there own
Nowhere is, there warmth to be found
Among those, afraid of losing their ground
Rain, grey town, known for itâ"š¬â"ž¢s sound
In places, small faces unbound
â"š¬í‹Å“Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalks scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone