Johnnie's in the bathroom, locked up inside himself, fed up, reading an old today's newspaper.
That's what's all about...
Holding in his hand a cigarrette, wondering...
Strangers on the sidewalk, souls wandering on the pathway; creepy ghosts in the dark.
He's certainly dreaming.
Heaven ain't all the way he says,
...that is not ok.
In his own silence and watching the lights go down... he thinks;
is he resting?
there's nothing left to say, and it's night... and nothing is right.
Will he find a way out??
FaLLiNg BoY... z0/
"Love those who treat you right."