Johnny

Found him in the hall

A smile on his face

Said he had a nightmare

Didn’t like the taste

Felt like an actor in his own right

Well I guess he’s all talk

Wouldn’t tell the truth

When I asked him why he was cracking up

So I asked again

Barking dog seldom, bites when he should

I guess he’s fucked up

You’re such a pretty dreamer

Beautiful non-believer

In your quiet reverie

Such a pretty dreamer

Johnny I think you’ve had enough to drink

They’re gonna call the cops

I’ll drive you home if you promise not to scream

Then I’ll watch you fall asleep

You’re such a pretty dreamer

Beautiful non-believer

In your quiet reverie

Such a pretty dreamer

You’re such a pretty dreamer

My favorite non-believer

I wish you you’d stay forever this way

My beautiful perceiver

Johnny I think you need to fall asleep

Johnny I think you need another drink

Johnny I’d leave you when you’re fast asleep

Johnny I think you, I think you