I was sitting at a light in downtown Dallas one day and looked into a homeless man's eyes and this is what I saw...
Jay Johnson c.1999 IMAGES
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Long Road To Heaven - c. 1999 jayjohnsonmusic.com
I fought a losing battle with the demons of my past
I hear the snakes begin to rattle. I might have seen my last.
They’re hiding in the grass - that’s growing in the cracks of a broken heart.
A lonely man at the end of Lonely Street
I’ve done played my hand to the dealers at my feet.
They’re waiting in the grass - that’s growing in the cracks of a broken heart.
It’s a long road to heaven - when you’re standing down at the gates of hell.
I’m putting my faith in a lucky seven...
That never shows his face and lately I’m thinking it’s just as well.
I spin the tale of a bottle that robbed me of my prime
With my hands still on the throttle of this freight train in my mind...
That’s rusting in the grass - that’s growing in the cracks of a broken heart.
I tried to find a lover and I tried to find a friend
But the search is never over when you’re near the end...
You just lay down in the grass - that’s growing in the cracks of a broken heart.
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