Lovers’ Lane
Johnny drove in with a guitar last night
In a bruised, beat-up Buick
But dressed like a dynamite
He tried selling his heart
To the girls on Easy Street
They said, Hey Johnny, the heart is so cheap
And from the shadows, came a girl’s voice
She said, Johnny, it is providence
Sometimes love dont make any sense
Johnny called out to the girl,
Hey Jane, tell me what’s your name.
What are you doing on this shanty lane.
Come with me to paradise, under a sun so bright
I will strum my guitar, it will be all right
No Johnny, she said, I want to make easy money tonight
Like a cool Romeo Johnny made his move
And like a late Juliet with nothing to lose
She said, Johnny I have some love you can use
But the pimps called him a cheater
Swung their axes and called him a liar
And beat him black and blue in the corner
Johnny woke up damp with sweat
Jane was gone, he lost his bet
Picked up his guitar, and felt no regret
With bruised arms, and broken rhythm
He played a melody he’s always known
Goodbye Jane, I will meet you again
Tomorrow in the Lovers’ Lane
