Confessions of Johnnie Green

I can't be alone
Don't wanne be alone
I keep moving, keep going
Running fast from the sun and moon
Drinking time travel cocktails
And hoping to find that feeling
That grounds me to a destination home

Longs nigtht drinking Johnnie Green
Beauty all on the scene
I'm a charmer but it seems I'm not a keeper
Passed over for the creeps and chiseled set
You'll fall for a moment and then you'll see
It's all there for free

Trying to drown flashbacks
Where things should have been clear
Where the picnic never worked
And I was a complete fool
For something that was never true
The curse of writing with passion
Is the heartache and sorrow that it springs from

A third of a bottle away from finding answers
Something as elusive as a rainbow pot of gold
Or the courage to say the things unsaid
Locked in the heart, locked by the rational and fearful mind
"If you just hold back things will be ok" you say like a mantra
But suppression of things never leads to anything worth wild

Drawing conclusions about self worth and esteem
Am I what I believe or just a shadow of what was
A song long out of tune and style
Perhaps a kiss from a dream could be the answer
A passion to light the fire of belief and faith
In life and all that can be

I shall sing to myself sweetly
And pass into a sweet dream
Thinking of angels, the saviors and revivers
The met faces and the unknown
The ones that always help me see
That in them I always have a home