(by Bruce R Hornsby)

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
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 beat
The town he once owned
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found
From 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 out tonight
Alright
They drive to the lookout 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