Tell John that I packed my bags and I left his town

Tel John that I left him clear instructions. How

To fall-up and sit back down again

And leave more open minds than open ends

Tell John that I might not like the things he says

Tell John that I think that he's a bit too mesmerized

By the sounds of life as they tick on

That I have to make some noise before I'm gone

Tell John that I think he's fine all on his own

Tell John not to fear that I'm all alone

'cause I'm safe and warm by someone elsе's hearth

And I'll always love him though we drift apart