Music: Eight Miles High

INTRO: Em F#m(w/Ebass) G(w/Ebass) Em F#m7 G D C Eight miles high and when you touch down G D C C6 C C6 You'll find that it's stranger than known Em F#m7 G D C Signs in the street that say where you're going G D C C6 C C6 Are somewhere just being their own Em F#m7 Em F#m7 Em F#m7 G D C No-where is there to be found G D C C6 C C6 Among those afraid of losing their ground Em F#m7 G D C Mean grey town known for its sound G D C C6 C C6 In places small places un-bound Lead |: Em F#m(w/Ebass) G(w/Ebass) :| Em F#m7 G D C Now the squares of moving storms G D C C6 C C6 Some laughing some just shapeless forms Em F#m7 G D C Sidewalk scenes and black limosouines G D C C6 C C6 Some living some standing alone _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/ This is MY OPINION ONLY! _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ It does not reflect the _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/ _/ opinions of my employer. _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ esposito@cbmvax.commodore.com _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ Todays music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll