On a day like any other day Pavement turning red Johnny laid down in the alleyway Died with a song in his head A long, long way from Springhill In an unforgiving game Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a Place to make a name So risk all or don't risk anything You can lose all the same Johnny hit town on a windy day One morning in the fall Couldn't smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill Just another job and that was all Every night looks like the next one Every hotel in every town Maybe in a smile he found variety With a little rye to wash it down When he played he was an animal With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible Couldn't win but he could try That night he played like a warrior Like he never had before Maybe they were songs about a better life Than the one he'd settled for And by the time the night took Johnny He'd won his soul but lost a war Followed him out to the alleyway With a blade he was taken down He died so far from home and family In an unfamiliar town That night the sky had an open eye He was left there in the rain It washed his life to the shadows Before he even made a stain Johnny took his last bow running And never picked up a bow again