| Someone wants to blow up the planet |
| Johnny wants to find out why |
| Johnny did a show in St. Louis |
| Love came through the sky. |
| Oh yeah, they were camped out, |
| Waiting for the sun to rise |
| Oh yeah, Johnny sang out |
| Love into the sky. |
| Johnny found a place out in Texas |
| Waiting for him to come |
| Made himself a reservation |
| And hope came, in the gun. |
| Oh yeah, he was flying, |
| Waiting for the sun to rise |
| Oh yeah, color by numbers |
| Waiting for the sun to rise. |
| Johnny did some time in the army |
| Johnny did a stint in Vietnam. |
| Now he can’t forget it, |
| His mind is confused, |
| slipping from his twisted hand. |
| Oh yeah, he’s still back there |
| With one hand on the gun |
| Oh yeah, he’s still back there |
| Waiting for the rising sun. |
| Now Johnny |
| likes to go down the highway |
| The wind singing in his ears |
| Right up as |
| most things go whirring by |
| By day everything looks clear. |
| Oh yeah, Johnny ride on |
| Gonna find a special home |
| Oh yeah, down the highway |
| Looking for the rising sun. |