Eight miles high 八英里高

And when you touch down 当你降落

You'll find that it's stranger than known 你会发现它比已知的陌生人

   

Signs in the street 招牌在街头

That say where you're going 那说你要去哪里

Are somewhere, just being there own 是什么地方，只要是有自己的

   

Nowhere is their warmth to be found 任何地方都没有被发现，他们的热情

Among those afraid of losing their ground 在那些害怕失去地面

Rain, gray town, known for it's sound 雨，灰古镇，素以它的声音

In places, small faces unbound 在一些地方，小面未绑定

   

'Round the squares, huddled in storms “圆的正方形，蜷缩在风暴

Some laughing, some just shapeless forms 有的笑，有的只是无形的形式

Sidewalks scenes and black limousines 人行道的场景和黑色的豪华轿车

Some living, some standing alone 有些生活，独自一人站在一些