Oh John 

Oh John, oh John, oh John 

Never lose the memory of April twenty-six 
Your hands designed my body 
You autographed my hip 
I lost all my worry 
I lost all sense of time 
My fears evaporated 
When you held me in your oh my god and 

Oh John, in a New York hotel room 
In a truck off the back road 
Southwest of Chicago 
Oh John, in a New England fairground 
on a lawn in the backyard 
in a town in Colorado, oh 
Oh John, oh John, oh John 

Saturate my consciousness with sweet elixir wine 
Your body is the chalice your spirit is the vine 
I lose all my worry 
I lose all sense of time 
My fears evaporate 
When you hold me in your oh my god and 

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And everytime I see the ocean you're there 
And everytime I see the forest you're on my mind 
In my life, flooding me with memories like 

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