Im Comin Home to Ya, Johnny

The roar of the engine, the wind in my face,

Im doin 90 down the 77 interstate,

My worlds a blur and my hearts a'thumpin,

Your the Beatles in my speakers,

And my whole life is spinnin.

 

The smile is wide but the drums are a'poundin,

I cant wait to see ya and laugh like we used to,

And someday our screams will be soundin

The call for the youth to break free.

 

Ive always loved the fuzz of a vinyl,

The scratch from the speakers was music to me,

I wanted to write ya and tell you all Ive seen,

So now Im drivin as fast as the Trans Am will take me,

And when I come home, you better be ready to be,

My lovely, My Johnny, my lifes always a wait and see,

My lovely, My Johnny, you better be ready for me.

 

When I am home and alone with ya Johnny,

Ill kiss ya and tell you the things that I missed

Ill put on Elvis and maybe call you Sonny,

Your Rick and Im Ilsa, our Casablanca movie,

Dont say goodbye just yet.

 

With raven hair and glass green eyes,

My arms are inked with final goodbyes,

Tie my Chucks and dance with me,

We're nothing more than clouds in the sky,

And when we're old, my Johnny boy,

We'll dance again till the Saints come marching home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[alan khan]

this was really nice. really nice story with a pretty great flow that kept me interested. i liked this a lot.