A Song Yet to be Sung

Maybe John wrote one or two for Yoko
Well, I don’t know; no, I don’t know.
Sang for her a song that the rest of us won’t hear.
Maybe so, maybe it’s so.
If I could just get across town where this noise ain’t in my ear,
I could write some words for you, my dear.
'Cause somewhere inside’s a song that no one else will sing,
But for you, I hope it’s everything.
I know that Hank wrote several for Miss Audrey,
To give her something for when
The sky turned to grey.
Now if I could just get across town where
This noise wasn’t in my ear,
I could write those words down, to you, my dear.
And I know big John had songs
That he sang just for June,
Just like someday soon, they’ll be one for you.
'Cause if I could just get across town
Where this noise ain’t in my ear,
I could write those words for you, my dear.
'Cause somewhere inside is a song
That no one else will sing,
But for you, I hope it’s everything.
I hope it’s everything.