A girl called Johnny
I remember Johnny - hey!Johnny come lately
I remember her shoes like a ballerina
A girl called Johnny whochanged her name when shediscovered her choice was tochange or to be changedI remember a girl called Johnnyblack as hell and white as a ghost
"Don't talk about life or death"she said "I've had enough of both"
A girl called Johnny who was not scaredthey'd have torn her to pieces butwho would dare?I remember a girl called Johnnythe train came to town, boy she got on itwith no looking back, with not a word
If she said goodbye, well I never heardbut the noise goes onthe noise, the jazzand the truth is in somebody else's handsand the house that a girl called johnny builtis now just so much ashes and sand