Higher, the mountains grow

Lower, all the people know

That the ghosts in the hills keep them stuck to the earth like glue

Gotta catch a northbound train to the top, try to shake these blues

I really think they might know

They see me when I’m at home

They see me talking on the phone

I’ll never really be alone

Keep running from these old foes

I really think they might know

Feel sorry for you millenials

You’ll never be alone

High, and far away

The emperor lays in the the finest silk today

But a pigeon in a tree said that he’s got his eye on you

And the word on the streets is he’d really like to meet you too

I really think they might know

They see me when I’m at home

See me talking on the phone

We’re never really alone