Samuel Stewart Dear Jon
I think I saw you in the car of a speeding train
It was heading to Paris in the autumn rain
For a fraction of a second our glances met
Split my head wide open and my brain got wet
Though I'm pretty sure I saw you at the factory,
Don't think shoes and disco anthems live up the party
Makin' up for petty loses
Buying time with discount wine
Might as well be naughts and crosses, the way we waste our time
Dear Jon
Did no one inform ya?
I waited for you off North California
That's where you said you'd go
Dear Jon
I wrote to ya to warn ya
I ain't going to stay here in North California
If you make it there, won't you let me know
Oh well, I'm certain that I saw you in the middle of a festival crowd
Making jokes about the heroes of the underground
There were busy nights out, dizzy nights in
Where does in end lord? When does it begin?
Heaven knows that was love at the roots our sin
Dear Jon
Did no one inform ya?
I waited for you off North California
That's where you said you'd go
Dear Jon
I wrote to you to warn ya
I ain't going to stay here in North California
If you make it there, won't you let me know
