Johnny’s on the back porch drinking red wine
He knows that it could be the very last time
He raises the glass up to his lips and wonders
How could a boy from a little bay town
Grow up to be a man, fly the whole world round
Then end back up on the same damn ground he started
You might not get what you pay for
You know that nothing’s for sure
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness
Lately he’s been thinking ‘bout the meaning of time
The small amount we’re given must be some sort of crime
Yet the little we have feels like too much most of the time
He takes another sip of that blood red wine
Just waiting on the stars that will never align
A little luck, a little love, a little light and he’ll be doing just fine
But you might not get what you pay for
You know that nothing’s for sure
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness
So open up your heart, take it out
And put it back in
Signs are all around you
Let it begin
You might not get what you pay for
You know that nothing’s for sure
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness
You might not get what you pay for
You know that nothing’s for sure
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness
