Bobby Jean - Live

One, two, three, four

Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Now me and you, we've known each other
Yeah, ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known, I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean

You hung with me when all the others
They turned away, turned up their nose
We liked the same music, we liked the same bands
We liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest
The wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished I would have known, I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean

Now we went walking in the rain
Talking about the pain from the world we hid
There ain't nobody, nowhere, nohow
Gonna ever understand me the way you did

Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train, traveling along
In some motel room there'll be a radio playing
You'll hear me sing this song
If you do you'll know I'm thinking of you
And all the miles in between
And I'm just calling, once last time, not to change your mind
Just to say I miss you, baby, good luck, goodbye, Bobby Jean