Dear John I never wrote you a letter
Dear John did you ever get it
From here on, I’ll sing this song without an ending
Clear from, any way I’m ever headed
John, I’ve woken up, No I don’t believe that
I once did, I once lived, In a place of no need at
The time, I rhymed, As if I was a poet
I thought I knew it all, But I tried to hold it
I tried to be perfect, And figure it all out
I lied to myself, I thought I put it all out
But the truth is, It was only progress,
And it was just fine at that
But I was reaching for the end,
And all I did was look back
Time went by so slow,Yet faster in each phase
Did I have a chance to get out, Looking back it’s just a brief haze
Now I’m in it, I’m closed, And unwilling to listen
What is in my power, And what is simply given?
I like to lay back, I saw you the other night
Thank You for coming by, You grew your beard out,
It looks alright
And chubby and jolly, You were smiling, I was crying
Actually I remember it wanted to come out,
But it didn’t, why then?
Why John? Why did I see you?
What are you showing me? Or is it me who?
Is showing you, All you said I could
You and Bobby Bare, Screwing, Gluing, Nailing and Sanding Wood..

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