Look in the rearview The grittiest street lights With freshly shaven counter parts jumping continental flights Are we awake? Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed with spoon-fed celebrities and southern rock guitar leads? I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs Black cat and your wishes in a handbag I keep calling ‘cuz I want my f**ing hat back I'm alive, I'll just fight my eyes Cool breeze running through the attic Called back and all I got was static I'm alive I'll just fight my eyes I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide talking politics and the fall of Rome (We'll I'm not a loner, sadly I'm just a bit of a rebel now.)