The fields are green and the wine is white
The spring will never end
New stories by old friends
Sounds all good but it ain't right
He got too good at missing her love
Making a statue out of a grey track
Keeps twirling at the door,
Oo h, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Years will pass as months roll by
But the band keeps playing on
The wavering grass and the
Perfect sunrise before dawn
Sounds so good but it ain't right
He got too good at missing her love
Johnny got much more, more to lean on
He keeps dwellin' at the door,
there's a light to be found
Why don't you open up the door?
He got too good at missing the love
Making a statue out of a great trap
Johnny got much more, more to lean on
He keeps twirling at the door,
He keeps twirling at the door,
Oh, why don't you open up that door
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