1st Verse
Walls of purple morning glory's smelling sweet and fresh from the afternoon rain, the warmth of sunlight tells the story, as I reflect upon my pain,
Humid is the air that I breathe, as I remember times that were better, times that I didn't bear this pain that I write in this Dear John letter,
Distant Saxophone solo
As I stand here and wipe the raindrops from the morning glory's, I recall a time in my mind, not so long ago in history, when you welcomed me each morning I walked by, and you were a mystery to me
But on this day, as I wipe your tears away, I can see a time when things can be much better, without the pain found this Dear John letter.
Xylophone and chimes solo ..... outro