And I know your last words were "don't call"

But I've been driving through a sorry night

And I hear your Dear John through the hum of the highway

On the late shift, on a long ride

Sayin

"John, dear John, you've got a lot to learn about loving me

And I know you try, we just run out of time"

And there's a rain cutting shadows through my headlights

On a stretch of road between dusk and dawn

And at first light I lose the runnin' fight

And I stop to find a phone

And you're saying

"John, dear John

You got a lot to learn about lovin' me

And i know you try, but we just run out of time

We used up all our time"

And I know what the silence on the wire is

In the waking hours of a nameless day

And i know you can't do your loving from a phonebooth on the highway

900 miles or so away

But you don't fret about the bottom droppin out

It'll be alright if you just turn around

You just dig in friend, if you keep your powder dry

You keep your powder dry

John, dear John

You got a lot to learn about lovin' me

And i know you try, but you can't do it

From the highway, yeah"