Best Song Lyrichome Poems
Johnny was my best friend through our early teenage years;
Wherever one of us went the other could always be found near;
Until he found a girlfriend who soon supplanted me,
But because he was my best friend, for Johnny I was happy;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl
Johnny had a girl
She rocked his world
Johnny had a girl.
Throughout four years of high school I was always the third wheel;
Going off often by myself, leaving Johnny with his girl;
They learned about biology outside the class room walls;
Johnny always had plans with her every time I would call;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl
Johnny had a girl
Oh, what a thrill
Johnny had a girl.
One week before graduation, coming home from a date,
Johnny never saw the drunk driver until it was too late.
For three months in a coma, I sat by Johnny’s side;
I knew that when he woke up, someone had to tell him she’s not alive;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl.
I took him to the gravesite so he could see it with his own eyes;
We stayed there for hours so Johnny could say his goodbyes.
Johnny got in his car that day and started heading west;
Nobody has seen Johnny since, I wish him the very best.
I’ve taken care of her graveside for thirty years and more;
If Johnny ever comes home again, we’ll be friends just like before;
Johnny had a girl
He had a girl
Johnny had a girl.
Moonlight kisses the calm, balmy sea,
the cool night is calling me
as I sit by the lonely shore
so far away from our home.
Silence lingers, the wind gently blows
while my thoughts fly back to you,
wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll come home across the sea.
From a distance I hear a sad guitar,
my mind goes to where you are,
your loving face is all I see
with a voice that beckons to me.
By the light of a yellow, pale moon
I’m dreaming to see you soon,
wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll come home across the sea.
Johnny’s going home today
His glory days are past
His buddies stand at attention
Eyes tearful and downcast
The sound of taps is softly heard
The mournful tune rings true
And all rise to salute him
As his cortege comes in view
Another soldier laid to rest
A warrior going home
Taps are played
Honor paid
To the bravest and the best
Billy’s going home today
Church Bells toll the news
His family softly weeping
As they line up in the pews
They reverently laid his coffin
Gently on the bier
As his mother reached out to touch him
Just wanting to be near
Another soldier laid to rest
A warrior going home
Taps are played
Honor paid
To the bravest and the best
A car bomb placed in Israel
Claims children passing by
Mothers are left helpless
Crying to God and asking why
Soldiers in Afghanistan
Patrol the land night and day
While the natives only wonder
When they will go away!
Ellen’s going home today
Her children still too young
Restless in their seats
As familiar hymns are sung
Her husband in his uniform
Stands stiffly as she goes by
They had met when they were rookies
And he tries hard not to cry
Another soldier laid to rest
A warrior going home
Taps are played…honor paid
To the bravest and the best
Lord when will we have peace
This peace for which we yearn
And the Lord answered ‘It’s up to you
When will MANKIND ever learn?”
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He was sitting on the roof
She was standing on the edge
He said, I can’t take it, no more
I was singing in her room
She was sitting on okay
I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind
I’m always
Don’t you appreciate the truth
I’ve been on the road the least
Singing on the loose
Leaving at your peace
What to do with you
Speak and I can’t move
Nothings on your mind
Stop wasting our time
I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind
I’m always
She was sitting on the roof
He was standing on the edge
She said, I can’t take it, no more
I was sitting on good bye
She couldn’t afford to tell a lie
I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind
I’m always