Johnny

Johnny's on the back porch Drinkin' red wine He knows that it could be The very last time He raises the glass up To his lips And wonders How could a boy From a little bay town Grow up to be a man Fly the whole world round And end back up On the same damn ground He started You might not get what you paid for You know that nothin's for sure And an open heart looks A lot like the wilderness Lately, he's been thinkin' 'Bout the meanin' of time The small amount we're given Must be some sort of crime Yet the little we have Feels like too much Most of the time He takes another sip Of that blood-red wine Just waitin' on the stars That will never align A little luck A little love A little light And you'll be doin' just fine You might not get what you paid for You know that nothin's for sure And an open heart looks A lot like the wilderness So open up your heart Take it out And put it back in Signs are all around you Let it begin You might not get what you paid for You know that nothin's for sure And an open heart looks A lot like the wilderness You might not get what you paid for You know that nothin's for sure And an open heart looks A lot like the wilderness