Johnny Caravella

Dear Johnny Midnight, dear Johnny Cool I'm consulting the cards after hours in my room I know I should leave, but I don't have the shoes or the courage What do you see when the shades are removed? High on knows what, as you start the next tune Eclipses are tea cups, and we're drinking the moon 'til you've landed Removing the clouds so we all can go through God is alive and the world, still in tune Don't change that dial, here's another word from one of your sponsors "Say there my friends, are you tired of the pain?" "Is the weight of your ego the knife in your veins?" Collecting the dimes 'til you've choked on the chains of your excess Birds of Wyoming in flight Still are mourning the loss of our withering spring Who'll wear the crown when the change is approaching Of some other season renown? Winter arrived and the bells all but ringing Nature it yawns at the sounds of you singing All is begone, and yet we pretend to be dreaming And not long ago I was caught in your line In your design, and sewn to your mind Pulling me through like some thread in the eye of a needle I'm awaiting my turn in a long train of thought Here in the back, nearly second to last Tempted to leave but I know once I do I'll start over And yes, I could say that I quit my whole life Erasing my name at the top of the page Moving my pen when the audience got too acquainted I was tired, I was weak, and my jaw nearly broke As I exited north the radio spoke "All is not lost even if you're without a direction" Go west, go west, 1972 The sun hasn't set, the stars very few Just stick around'til the light pushes into the darkness