E                          Bm           A
Johnny’s on the back porch drinking red wine
   E                          Bm        A
He knows that it could be the very last time
      D                A      G        E       D   A
He raises the glass up to his lips and wonders

E                      Bm         A
How could a boy from a little bay town
     E                       Bm          A
Grow up to be a man, fly the whole world round
D                       A         G            E     F   C   E
Then end back up on the same damn ground he started


[Chorus]
                F          C   E
You might not get what you pay for
              F        C    E
You know that nothing’s for sure
            F        C    Dm   C       Bb    F    E   Bm7   A   E   Bm7   A
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness


[Verse 2]
E                                   Bm         A
Lately he’s been thinking ‘bout the meaning of time
    E                                Bm              A
The small amount we’re given must be some sort of crime
        D                       A        G              E   F   C
Yet the little we have feels like too much most of the time

   E                         Bm        A
He takes another sip of that blood red wine
     E                              Bm       A
Just waiting on the stars that will never align
         D                             A                   G            E   F   C   E
A little luck, a little love, a little light and you’ll be doing just fine


[Chorus]
                  F            C     E
But you might not get what you pay for
                F       C     E
You know that nothing’s for sure
              F     C     Dm  C        Bb    F  E   Bm   A   G#7
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness


[Bridge]
        F#m          E
So open up your heart
        G#                   A E G#
Take it out, and put it back in
         A    E
Signs are all around you
F#     A     F#   A   E
Let it begin


[Chorus]
              F            C     E
You might not get what you pay for
                F          C   E
You know that nothing’s for sure
              F   C       Dm  C        Bb    F  E   Bm   A E
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness

              F            C     E
You might not get what you pay for
                F          C   E
You know that nothing’s for sure
            F     C       Dm  C        Bb    F  E
And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness
Bm   A   E
Bm   A   E