| Oh, dear John
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| I hate to be the one to break the news
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| But it’s concerning me and you
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| This is the letter no one ever wants to write
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| You may not believe me
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| But it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
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| My eyes see other glories
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| Other dreams and other stories
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| And I want to live before I die, dear John
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| Ten years on
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| I still dream and we still hesitate
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| The passion’s all but gone
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| Oh, dear John
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| Seems we have a bad day every day
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| I want to sleep my life away
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| This is the letter no one ever wants to read
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| And though it hurts like hell
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| It may be what you need to tell you
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| I never wanted to be cruel
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| But I’m so tired of being the strong one
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| And I don’t always have the energy
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| And you always leave it up to me, John
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| My eyes have seen the glory
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| There’s more to life than my life story
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| And I’ll probably never find him
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| But I have to keep on looking
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| And I’m very very sorry, dear John |