Sticks crack, snap, and break apart under pressure. "Jonny" explores the progression of their relationship with a man who held various sticks over them.
Man with a scepter, a lone humble man
The ruler of life for whom they walk
Looked down from his perch and raised his head
In designation. Do what you have to do.
He asked. What do I have to do?
I asked. Throw me a lifesaver, I'm drowning here.
Bones won't keep my head above water.
I'm still breathing, but I won't float.
Man with a stick, yelled fetch and threw it far away
I'm man's best friend, I will come back
Chasing after someone's tail.
This is me trying
To make the impossible possible.
It's all in a day's work.
Granting master's wish, such a good boy
The boat is sinking, what a bad place.
Man, and his penchant for sticks
Got me sentenced, got me walking the plank
Leash tight, lost sight, least of all,
I'm not alright.
Knock, knock, anybody there?
I'm only a twig against sticks and stones.
One snap away. Don't poke the bear.
Knock out, the match is over. Man doesn't win when I lose.
Saved by the bell, left in the ring
My shattered soul.
Picks up the pieces and stabs him to Styx
Hit him where it hurts, I hit to my own beat
With these drumsticks, I write to Sandman
Let me rest, let me dream
Heart clenched and fist pumped high
The quicksand swallowed me whole.
Man with his crutch, alone humbled man
The head of the pack could barely walk
Looked up from his perch and bowed his head
In resignation. What have I become?
He asked. What have we become?
I asked. Throw me a lifeline, I'm dying here.
Hope keeps me from leaving you at sea.
I'm still seething, but I won't gloat.
Man with his stick, yelled fetch and threw it all away
I'm man's lost friend, I won't come back
Chasing after my own tale.
This is me getting another try
To make the possible not impossible.
It's all a work in progress.
I'm my own master, what a bad dog
The boat is leaving, such good riddance.