Title: EIGHT MILES HIGH (Clark, McGuinn, Crosby)
INTRO: (w/Ebass) (w/Ebass)
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
No-where is there to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Mean grey town known for its sound
In places small places un-bound
Lead |: (w/Ebass) (w/Ebass) :|
Now the squares of moving storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limosouines
Some living some standing alone
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Todays music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll