Oh John, oh John, oh John      Never lose the memory of April twenty-six    Your hands designed my body    You autographed my hip    I lost all my worry    I lost all sense of time    My fears evaporated    When you held me in your oh my god and       Oh John, in a New York hotel room    In a truck off the back road    Southwest of Chicago    Oh John, in a New England fairground    on a lawn in the backyard    in a town in Colorado, oh    Oh John, oh John, oh John       Saturate my consciousness with sweet elixir wine    Your body is the chalice your spirit is the vine    I lose all my worry    I lose all sense of time    My fears evaporate    When you hold me in your oh my god and       Chorus       And everytime I see the ocean you're there    And everytime I see the forest you're on my mind   In my life, flooding me with memories like      Chorus