Johnny and me

Johnny was a good by, I was sad to see him go.

But he put on his summer face, and stepped out into the snow.

He wanted to write Love Songs, but she didn't have the time.

To cross those troubled waters, and turn water into rhyme.

We stood there on that front porch, and he turned to me and smiled.

You see, he knew I was with her, been with her for a while.

Down at the grove we would meet, under that sacred tree.

Then he turned to me and laughed, and said he once was me.

But then the rains came down and the leaves twisted and swayed,

And he felt his lovers lips, slowly give way.

And as the snow covered his tracks a sad silence took a hold.

And something inside of me sort of died or turned cold.

It wasn't that she was lying, she told the truth all along.

I was just stuck on hearing... some other song.

You see, there is the song of the Poet, there is the song of Cupids love.

Theres the song of the Preacher, whose heart is up above.

Theres the song of the Old Man, whose love is memory.

This is the song of the King of The Wood,

Its the song for both Johnny and me.

In Flash so frightening, like the words to a song.

I reached for the golden bough, and I was gone.

Johnny and I, did the best that we could.

Its not easy to hold someone, when your King of The Wood.

and the rains come down.

On the King of The Wood.