Mountain Air

If I’ve found my way back down tonight somehow

I might go to find my phone, I might try to call you

But Sunday morning’s creeping up, there’s no way I’m sleeping off

That stuff some stranger gave me in the bathroom

I was told that when I get the message, just hang up the phone

Don’t go looking for some answer that’s not there

Maybe I just picked it back up cause I thought I’d hear your voice

Singing country songs like angels from on high right down into the mountain air

Today, I play the wedding of a girl I knew in college

And I pray to God they will stay together

With every dress that spins around, I think about a wedding gown

That you’d be in if you’d have me forever

It might be rude of me to step outside and have myself a smoke

But no one knows me so I doubt that they would care

I hear you singing from the mountain side, crazy like a loon

Calling angels down to take your way up high tonight into the mountain air

If I got back on my feet sometime this year

I would go to head up north and play for all my friends who

Never get to see me, though they know I love them deeply

But what does love mean when someone never calls you

What a life they’ve made in Philly, but it seems like yesterday

They were laughing on my porch in rocking chairs

How I wish you could’ve seen it, for the sacred mess we were

An Appalachian Tabernacle choir of angels ringing through the mountain air

If I’ve found my way back down tonight somehow

I might go to find my phone, I might try to call you