Tearing through the breeze
They're selling out souls in the Grandstand
Songwriter: John Ondrasik
Show me a better bike than the one I got
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Though he's just a child at heart
Take another shot, do the best you can
I say, he will
Some say, he never will
Can touch him faults and all
Some say, he never will
Fighting back tears
A pocket full of dreams
What you going to say about my little man
Riding hard up Mission Hill
There goes Johnny America
Can touch him faults and all
Some think he'll make it to the top today
At the seams
He's old enough to fall
Go, go Johnny
His cap peeled back
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Go, go, come on Johnny
There's plenty of space in the parking lot
If it makes any difference you can keep the lot
He's come to far to fall
There goes Johnny America
There goes Johnny America
Some think he'll make it to the top today
There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Go, go Johnny
A head full of hopes
Got blood on his knees
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Handle bars coming apart
He's old enough to fall
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Some say, he never will
Though he's just a child at heart
Nobody in a 100 years
Nobody in a 100 years
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., FIVE FOR FIGHTING MUSIC
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