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
