Bobby Jean

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 That me and you, we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean Now, you've hung with me when all the others Turned away, turned up their nose We liked the same music, we liked the same bands We liked the same clothes Yeah, we told each other that we were the wildest The wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wished you would have told me 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 that from the world we hid Now there ain't nobody, nowhere, nohow Gonna ever understand me the way you did But maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere Some bus or train that's traveling along In some motel room, there'll be a radio playing And you'll hear me sing this song Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking of you And all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time Not to change your mind, but just to say I miss you, baby Good luck, goodbye, Bobby Jean --- Bobby Jean - Bruce Springsteen