| Born in the summer |
| Handsome and tall |
| Golden child seemed to have it all |
| But he was never happy |
| Never sad |
| Teacher said it’s just a phase and he’ll grow out of it |
| Older now |
| Saw the sign |
| Looking for that magnetic, outgoing, shine a light kind |
| One day |
| The world just slipped |
| Hush little baby on a sinking ship |
| Oh, Johnny, won’t you come outside |
| Don’t you know it’s not polite to hide |
| Oh, Johnny, won’t you come outside please |
| Oh |
| Oh, Johnny, won’t you come outside |
| Don’t you know it’s not polite to hide |
| Oh, Johnny, won’t you come outside for me |
| Seroxat, amphetamine |
| Doctor says to stimulate the dopamine |
| Electro-shock therapy |
| We’ll have a well-adjusted member of society, you’ll see |
| But he dreams the meadows and the quiet places |
| On a motorcycle riding thru the Willamina timber |
| A warm breeze, a soft trip |
| Mother’s little helper and a morphine drip |