Come On John - Helen Reddy

I’ve got a friend with a habit

A habit of running away

He says he can’t take it

And he takes it everyday

Takes it like the hungry

Lonely man he is

Inside his need of some lassie

Burning with a will to live

Come on John and make it

Come on John and take it

Too long now, he’s staring at the moon

Reflected at 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

Sh could not get past his arm

He couldn’t get on his knees

Wll, I see the future

That could be clear and free

I know, I know there is a spirit there

I know so does he