Johnny tends a bar on 29th and Carson lobby of the Grand Old Hotel Listens to the stories, tales of hope and glory while he's mixing drinks at the well and every night he sighs, hearing the alibis Love is waiting, love is waiting
Do wrong, you do right You paint it black, you paint it white and you fight the good fight every night Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose Whatever it takes to get you through 'cause you fight the good fight every night
Johnny has a child who ran a little wild and now he tends the bars of his cell blaming it on a girlfriend, blaming it on the world then blaming everyone but himself And every night he sighs, thinking of alibis Love is waiting, love is waiting