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Johnny’s on the back porch drinking red wine He knows that it could be the very last time He raises the glass up to his lips and wonders How could a boy from a little bay town Grow up to be a man, fly the whole world round Then end back up on the same damn ground he started You might not get what you pay for You know that nothing’s for sure And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness Lately he’s been thinking ‘bout the meaning of time The small amount we’re given must be some sort of crime Yet the little we have feels like too much most of the time He takes another sip of that blood red wine Just waiting on the stars that will never align A little luck, a little love, a little light and you’ll be doing just fine But you might not get what you pay for You know that nothing’s for sure And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness So open up your heart Take it out, and put it back in SongtexteSigns are all around you Let it begin You might not get what you pay for You know that nothing’s for sure And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness You might not get what you pay for You know that nothing’s for sure And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness Aus Songtexte Mania