One night he started walking down highways he did roam,
Two thousand sunsets from the place he called his home,
He said, "Surely this is where life goes down."

Two thousand sunsets, eight old pairs of shoes,
Every single one of 'em the soles are worn through,
Clean on through, Clean on through, Clean on through.

Johnny found a land of static twilight glare,
Everyone rushed somewhere but never ever got there,
He said, "these fields are paved, these trees are brick."

One night he started walking down dismal roads he roamed,
Two thousand dawns back to the place he called his home,
He said, "I ain't got nothing but I got space and time to roam."

Four thousand sunsets, sixteen pairs of shoes,
Every single one of 'em the soles are worn through,
Clean on through, Clean on through, Clean on through.