From the Albums:
* Eight miles high
* Golden Earring Live
* The naked truth
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 there own
Nowhere is, there warmth to be found
Among those, afraid of losing their ground
Rain, grey town, known for it€™s sound
In places, small faces unbound
€˜Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalks scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone