Try hard to make the world look bright today

Try hard to make my nightmares go away

Try hard to keep the fear away

The cold of day, try hard

Try hard to play the games the world would like you to play



But people, they don't really listen

Their smiles are the keys to the prison

I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly

They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny



Try hard to make my anger go away

Try hard to make my money last the day (no way)

Try hard to keep away the pain

Stop the rain, try hard

Try hard to fly a thousand miles away



But people, they don't really listen

Their smiles are the keys to the prison

I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly

They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny



My smoky lover . . . will close my eyes forever

Stories of Johnny