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