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

Then end back up on the same damn ground he started

You might not get what you pay for

You know that nothing's for sure

And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness

Lately he's been thinking 'bout the meaning 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 waiting on the stars that will never align

A little luck, a little love, a little light

And you'll be doing just fine

But you might not get what you pay for

You know that nothing'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 pay for

You know that nothing's for sure

And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness

You might not get what you pay for

You know that nothing's for sure

And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness