Don Johnson Big Band Johnny's Going Home
Light is fading fast on an early afternoon And if those clouds start breaking up You may see half the moon There's a blizzard out behind the window He's alone in a quiet station bar Hears another old country song He says, bartender, d-dangerous fables And returns to his corner table Doesn't know how long he's able To keep the cold outside Bartender, play that song again We'll drink the night away A fallen angel doesn't know How long he's able to keep the cold outside
Johnny's going home She doesn't know how long it's been But knows it won't take long now Johnny's going home His bags are packed, tries to flag a cab Down on an empty road
A street light swings And seems to move the bedroom walls The trees all covered in white That will soon dissolve The moments float down With the snowflakes to the ground She holds her face between her hands Not making a sound But thinks, I would go if I was able Leave a note on the kitchen table But she can only picture pain Go to sleep, it's cold outside Tired bones don't hold her stable As she waits by the door Afraid he'll see her fade out of reach Unable to keep his own eyes dry
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