Little Johnny he was on a dirt path.
He was walkin' and he was'nt turnin' back;
Made his mind up, now he's head'n on his way.
Won't be gone very long; give him just a few days.

Asked his Papa, "Dad, is this a mistake?"
Papa said, "Son, don't let anyone break you down.
When you're dreamin', kid, your head's in the clouds,
So go on, won't take long, make your dear Daddy proud."

Johnny's hands, they were shaking with anticipation:
Standing there was the root of all of his frustration.
Made his case, and freed himself of expectations
Of the answer to his humble invitation.

His father's words had so encouraged him that he seemed to know
Without a doubt, whatever outcome fate would now bestow
Life is good; and should the right girl in your life appear,
Make no hesitation--there's no time in life for childish fears.

Johnny's Papa asked, "Will he be alright?"
Mom's reply was "When in life can love be wrong?
And weren't the two of us, so long ago,
As confused? Life's abusive but we turned out alright."