Johnny America Songtext
von Five for Fighting

Show me a better bike than the one I got
If it makes any difference you can keep the lot
There′s plenty of space in the parking lot
A head full of hopes, a pocket full of dreams
Handlebars coming apart at the seams

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Some say he never will
Though he′s just a child at heart
He's old enough to fall
Nobody in a hundred years
Can touch him, faults and all

Whatcha gonna say about my little man
Take another shot, do the best you can
They're selling out souls in the grand stand
His cap peeled back, got blood on his knees
Fighting back tears, tearing through the breeze


There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he′ll make it to the top today
Some say he never will
Though he′s just a child at heart
He's old enough to fall
Nobody in a hundred years
Can touch him, faults and all

And all
He′s come too far to fall

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he'll make it to the top today
Some say he never will
Go!
Go!
Go Johnny go!
Come on Johnny go!
Go Johnny!

There goes Johnny America
Riding hard up Mission Hill
Some think he′ll make it to the top today
I say he will