Dear John
You leaned on your left leg
And stared in the dirt
While she closed up the café
And punched out from work
You were scared by the look in her eyes
And you wondered what youd done wrong
Dear John
She couldnt know in your pocket was a diamond ring
Dear John
She couldnt know that you wanted to give her everything
Maybe you were waiting for the words
And she grew tired of waiting on you
Dear John
You started the engine
She fumbled in her purse
You pulled into traffic
And thats when she burst
You guessed at what you already knew
What was going was already gone
Dear John
She couldnt know in your pocket was a diamond ring
Dear John
She couldnt know that you wanted to give her everything
Maybe you were waiting for the words
And she grew tired of waiting on you
Dear John
You drove out to the churchyard in the dead still of night
And you threw that diamond ring with all of your might
Far into the fields of broken glass
Out Into the innocence of your past
Dear John
Dear John
She couldnt know in your pocket was a diamond ring
Dear John
She couldnt know that you wanted to give her everything
And maybe you were waiting on the words
But maybe she was waiting on you
Dear John
