Roll The Credits, Johnny - Tom Russell

Roll the credits, Johnny

You up there in the projection booth

Dream-time is over now

Time to put our shoes on and hit the street

But wasn’t it beautiful?

Didn’t we forget

About the sad times for a while?

The good guys won

The bad guys tasted bitterness and defeat

We kissed the leading ladies

Felt the warmth of their deep caress

Drank with kings and prophets

We rode rocket ships to the stars

But it’s dark now on the streets of life

Christ, I think I lost my pocket knife in there

Goddammit, Johnny, I can’t even remember

Where in hell we parked the car?

But singin' keeps the fear away

And whistlin' keeps the wolves at bay

Remember’n all we might have been

All the love that could have been

Let’s storm the old ramparts

Let’s sing those love songs

From old movies in our heart

The way she brushed her hair back with her hand

Christ, I wish I was her leading man

She knows more than you’ll ever know, Johnny

She talks to birds and animals, why won’t she talk to me?

Wish she could just step down off the screen

That little blond in tight black jeans

Christ, I’m losing my mind now, Johnny

The crows are laughing at us, up in the trees