JOHNNY, I'M ALONE AND I'M FEELING BLUE
NOW YOU'RE GRAZING ON PASTURES NEW
WE CUT THE CORD AND WE LET IT GO
A NOGHTINGGALE FLYING HIGH AND ON HIS OWN
WHEN YOU COMING HOME?
WORDS CAME, VIOLENTLY FILING UP THE ROOM
LOVERS HAVE THEIR OWN PRIVATE MOON
TO TAST THE HONEY WE MUST TASTE BLOOD
A POISONED NECTAT
IF WE WERE ON FIRE WHY WE GROW SO TIRED?
JOHNNY. I'M ALONE AND I'M FEELING BLUE
NOW YOU'RE GRAZING ON PASTURES NEW
LOST MY DEVIL AND LOST MY SAINT
WAITING'S LIKE DYING
IF YOU ARE ALONR, DARLING COME BKACK HOME