What's that noise I hear? It's somebody's voice

The sound of an angel waking up for a choice

John is a good song working for someone

True to his name, he will tell you the same

He's not free anymore, but he is running his horses

He is gone again, he is gone again, he is gone

Daddy's somber, in his slumber

Heavy eyes always know that he wandered

John is a good song, wouldn't hurt anyone

True to his name but he'll tell you the same

It's just sauce in his head, he painted colours of red

Gone again, he is gone again, he is gone again

Many mornings, I have come to give my warning

Send a song to hell or be damned, and most certainly am

I have tried all I could, I'm about to save him, and no

There's no room for remorse, where he is leaving his horses in

Gone again, he's gone again, he's gone again

Gone again, he's gone again, he's gone (Again)