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