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