And he stands at the banquet room bar

Looking over the crowd

The reunion band playing too loud

And he sees his fellow old star

Looks him up and down

Sees a little of himself in his frown



The stander on the mountain

Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some

About the old days

King of the mountain

Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days

When he was the one

And the stander on the mountain runs



Let us sit and talk of old times

That's what we're supposed to do

And you don't look a day over thirty-two

Yes we were so funny and wild

There's an old friend of mine

Says I'm looking back most all the time



And the stander on the mountain

Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat

The town he once owned

King of the mountain

Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days

When he was the one

And the stander on the mountain runs

King of the hill runs away



Oh she's knocking on your door tonight

Oh she wants to see if she remembers right

Say won't you come outside tonight

Alright

They drive to the lookout on the hill



And when it was over

They sat there and looked back

Tomorrow was way in the distance

Tomorrow was a long time away

Nobody thought much about it

And there's nothing wrong if we live for today



I recall when you filled it on up

And you bowed to the crowd

The girls in the short skirts screaming loud



The stander on the mountain

Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some

About the old days

Big man around town

Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days

When he was the one

And the stander on the mountain runs