And I know your last words were "don't call" But I've been driving through a sorry night And I hear your Dear John through the hum of the highway On the late shift, on a long ride Sayin, "John, dear John, you've got a lot to learn about loving me And I know you try, we just run out of time" And there's a rain cutting shadows through my headlights On a stretch of road between dusk and dawn And at first light I lose the runnin' fight And I stop to find a phone And you're saying "John, dear John You got a lot to learn about lovin' me And I know you try, but we just run out of time We used up all our time" And I know what the silence on the wire is In the waking hours of a nameless day And I know you can't do your loving from a phonebooth on the highway 900 miles or so away But you don't fret about the bottom droppin out It'll be alright it'll turn around You just dig in friend, if you keep your powder dry You keep your powder dry John, dear John You got a lot to learn about lovin' me And I know you try, but you can't do it From the highway, yeah"