A Girl Called Johnny

I remember Johnny — hey!
Johnny come lately
I remember her shoes like a ballerina
A girl called Johnny who
changed her name when she
discovered her choice was to change or to be changed
I remember a girl called Johnny
black as hell and white as a ghost
«Don't talk about life or death»
she said «I've had enough of both»
A girl called Johnny who was not scared
they’d have torn her to pieces but
who would dare?
I remember a girl called Johnny
the train came to town, boy she got on it with no looking back, with not a word
If she said goodbye, well I never heard
but the noise goes on the noise, the jazz
and the truth is in somebody else’s hands
and the house that a girl called johnny built
is now just so much ashes and sand