Everybody was talking to me Like I was a child In their words I could hear them saying It's just a matter of time Anyway it's a long long race been run Anyway it's a sad sad song been sung
Dear John goodbye she said Sometimes it's hard she said Dear John I've broken away
Vanity is hard old lady You can't read her mind I'm a fool but I don't fool easy While you're foolin' around Anyway I can hold my own tonight I admit I was wrong and you where right
Dear John Goodbye she said Sometimes it's hard she said Dear John I've broken away
Dear John goodbye she said Sometimes it's hard she said Dear John I've broken away
I saw her talking, now My ears were burning Her feet startet walking, now They started turning My eyes were half open But she didn't see me there We ran along, walking 'cross the roof-tops In my chair
Had a car in my pocket And we started moving A man in a helmet said "What's that you're using" My eyes were half open But we didn't see him there Put the car back in my pocket And I'm still here in my chair
My teeth were laughing, now We couldn't stop smiling We danced to the Mystery Band Without even trying My eyes were half open But we didn't see them there We ran along, walking 'cross the roof-tops In my chair
I'm a lay-by lover And you're just another Who just wants to hit and run Now your on your own 'Cos I'm accident prone And I hope that you have your fun
They say the devil loves his own And lady you just got the roll He drives you modus-operandi Well lady you don't get this soul What you call love I can't take no more Go knock on someone else's door
Riding on a big white butterfly I turned my back away towards the sky I closed my eyes to look for something Saw myself as really nothing Then I realised my butterfly Wasn't really up there with me We all make mistakes, forgive me Would you like to ride my butterfly
Riding on a long blue paperplane Getting seasick, sorry once again Landing strip is getting nearer Hope the foglifts, make it clearer Then I realised my paperplane Wasn't really up there with me We all make mistakes, forgive me Would you like to ride my paperplane
Riding in a three grand Deutche car A to B is often very far Home is near, but such a long way Legs and heads all feel the wrong way Then I realised my Deutche car Is only there to get me somewhere Even so I really do care Would you like to ride my Deutche car