Testo di Jonathan

Jonathan, I think you're wrong I think about dying Just like everyone else You'd be surprised how often I pull that book off the shelf Jonathan, I think you're scared No way of knowing today who might go pullin' your hair Or rain down kisses on your pretty little eyes Jonathan, you aren't your name You aren't your beer can Anymore than you're my friend And all this worry does not carry itself Jonathan, you look so tired After we wake up you can explain everything But wouldn't you like to lay down now?