written by Whitfield Crane and Eric Philips

Too many times I've seen your kind
Washed upon the shore
Too many times you locked me out
Johnny knockin, knocking at your door
You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
But you're holding on too tight
And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
What you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
Now your time is through
So many highs and lows right now
What are we to do
You know we're trying so damn hard
Johnny just to try and talk to you
You're swimming in an ocean
It's so black and cold
I feel you got the notion
And it's eating at your soul
And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
What you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
Now your time is through
She said, she knew the answer
He was falling - falling faster
Round and round and round - no where to go
Someone had to help the boy
He said no, no, no
So many mixed emotions
And they're driving you insane
A grip on some reality
Silence quiet on your window pain
You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle