A A D A I am afraid of bridges, sometimes I have to turn around D A When I'm driving towards one, my heart begins to pound D A Last night at the bridge to Johnsburg, I swerved down a dead end street D A I sat there shaking in an empty lot full of broken glass and weeds E D A Then past me in the darkness ran four wild dogs E D A leaping over abandoned tires, high into the air E D In the air, in the air, A someday I will live in the air E D In the air, in the air, A someday I will live in the air A D A Once I loved a girl named Joan, her skin smelled just like falling snow D A One day she drove us off the road into a dead field of corn D A She laughed and hit the gas as we bounced across the rows, D A but I held onto the dashboard with my eyes tightly closed E D A Those wild dogs brought back that smell of falling snow E D A and the girl who lives in Johnsburg across a bridge I cannot go E D In the air, in the air, A someday I will live in the air E D In the air, in the air, E someday I will live in the air A