i went to an island
and i met a man named johnny
he sat on a stump
and smoked his crack rock
out of a pipe
he made me yell, yikes
i asked him if he was regretful
for what he did to my friend
he yelled
it’s the end
and ran away from me.
i called an island
from my phone
we asked for a man name johnny frahan (frohn)
i asked if he would come home
to the girl he said he loved
when he was a little child
up to my knee
i knew he’d come quickly
to quick for them to see
so he died
but didn’t run away from me
he picked up the pieces
out of the fire
he drew conclusions
before he grew tired
he wandered up the mountains
while i challenged the valleys
and when we met at the table
he told me he was sorry
and we spoke all night
he woke on time
he took his love and made it mine
he walked the line
i called the little island
that i lived on
to find the boy
that they called joy
he sang and danced a lot
drew out plans a lot
pretended to be lancelot
and knew he was
the once upon a dream
that was meant for me
but it wasn’t a dream
you see
he was right in front of me
he picked up the pieces
out of the fire
he drew conclusions
before he grew tired
he wandered up the mountains
while i challenged the valleys
and when we met at the table
he told me he was sorry
and we spoke all night
he woke on time
he took his love and made it mine
he walked the line
i called an island
you know, the ones with the gods
drew a peninsula
out of the odds
that it would happen
and he said to me,
how could he forget me?
how could he end up the one
who forgot where he came from?
he said it to me
but he lied to me
he was forged from a ring of fire
so he was a liar
i ran away from the island
that’s why they fought her
i drew my power from the dry land
i fell so far from the water
that made it’s power
from my tears turned sour
i guess i’ll let it be
the way it was supposed to be
cashing in on his ecstasy
with his name on my mouth
and his mouth on
some other girl
it will be her world
to live in
but not mine–
but i don’t believe that
he picked up the pieces
out of the fire
he drew conclusions
before he grew tired
he wandered up the mountains
while i challenged the valleys
and when we met at the table
he told me he was sorry
and we spoke all night
he woke on time
he took his love and made it mine
he walked the line
maybe he’ll walk the line
maybe he’ll long for his friend
maybe, he’ll see
that he can run on for a long time
but in the end
he’ll long for me
