Come On John

I've got a friend with a habit
A habit of running away
He says he can't take it
And he takes it every day

Takes it like the hungry, lonely man he is
Inside his need a soul I see
Burning with a will to live

Come on John and make it
Come on John and take it
Too long now you're staring at the moon
Reflected in the liquid cooking in your spoon
I know you're alive, I've seen you light up a room
Come on John
Come on, come on

His woman, she left him crying
Well, she could never please
She could not get past his arm
He couldn't get on his knees

Well, me, I see a future
That could be clear and free
I know, I know there is a spirit there
I know; so does he

Come on John and make it
Come on John; it's life -- take it
I know you're tired of self-abuse
I know it ain't easy when you're confused
You wanted to die but what's the use
Come on John
Come on, come on

I've got a friend with a habit
A habit of running away
He says he can't take it
And he takes it every day.