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