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 gla** 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