In The Air

I am afraid of bridges, sometimes I have to turn around

When I'm driving towards one, my heart begins to pound

Last night at the bridge to Johnsburg, I swerved down a dead-end street

I sat there shaking in an empty lot full of broken glass and weeds

Then past me in the darkness

Ran four wild dogs

Leaping over abandoned tires

High into the air

In the air, in the air

Someday I will live in the air

In the air, in the air

Someday I will live in the air

Once I loved a girl named Joan whose skin smelled just like falling snow

One day she drove us off the road into a dead field of corn

She laughed and hit the gas as we bounced along the rows

But I held onto the dashboard with my eyes tightly closed

Those wild dogs brought back

That smell of falling snow

And the girl who lives in Johnsburg

Across the bridge I cannot go

In the air, in the air

Someday I will live in the air