John John

Use your instruments john john
You don’t wanna crash
Give ‘em the headline
Give ‘em pleasure to report disaster in Hyannis Port
Use your instruments john john
You don’t wanna smash
Into the concrete
Of the cold new england water
You’re a handsome, wayfarin', waverin', sort
Life is long until life is short
And you said:
I don’t know if i’m up
I don’t know if i’m down
Flying afield
Or runnin' aground
I could be headed for heaven
Or caught in an inverted nosedive
You said i don’t wanna know
Use your instruments john john
Shoulda been clear
Right when we startd
From the fine wine, paparazzi in th vestibule
Gettin' the picture now john john
I met with your fear
I met with your mother
Whose eyes insisted
I not be a fool
And give my life to the anointed one
To her handsome, wayfarin', waverin' son
And she said
I don’t know if he’s down
Flying afield
Or runnin' aground
He could be headed for heaven
Or caught in an inverted nosedive
I said i don’t wanna know
You said close your eyes
Think of the party when we get there
I don’t know if i’m up
I don’t know if i’m down
Flying afield
Or runnin' aground
I could be headed for heaven