When my thoughts are drifting

I think of john

He's that kind of person

Everybody gets along with

And john rides solo

John can drive a truck

He's seen a lot of places

He never stopped

John is older

Than i will ever be

Inside he's that young boy

That's lost in me

Sometimes he's my neighbour

And sometimes he's gone for years

And when he falls back on his piano

He's playing new songs that i've already heard

(...)

When my thoughts are drifting

I think of john

He's that kind of person

Who maybe I'll become