Dear John
Whats wrong?
Why cant you just be anything you want? Why not?
Why not? I tried to tell you then.
You didnt understand.
They try and pigeonhole you.
Buddy, they dont even know you.
But hang on my dear, dear, John.
Maybe youre not just like everyone, so what, so what.
And theres more to live for,
Than some abbreviated encore, much more, much more.
You cant define yourself in terms of someone else.
You cant say what youre thinking?
But I dont know what youve been drinking.
But dont cry. Cause life goes on.
Dear John, you could be anything you want. Why not?
Why not?
Why you could even be an astronaut, dear John, dear John.