Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind, so you'll never know

Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child?
Girl, you know how much I need it
Maybe I'm too young
Or too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
And sometimes a man must awake to find he really, he really has no one

So I'll wait for you and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh lover, you should've come over
Now it's not too late

I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
I was half convinced I'd waken
Satisfied enough to have dreamed you
Happily, I was mistaken
Johanna
I'll steal you, Johanna
And one day, I'll steal you
Till I'm with you then
I am with you there
Bear it in your deep dark chestnut hair

And I'll wait for you, and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, Johanna, you should've come over
Now it's not too late