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