Dear John,

What´s wrong? Why can´t you just be anything you want?
Why not? Why not? I tried to tell you then. You didn´t understand.
They try and pigeonhole you. Buddy, they don´t even know you.
But hang on my dear, dear, John.
Maybe you´re not just like everyone, so what, so what.

And there´s more to live for, than some abbreviated encore, much more, much more.
You can´t define yourself in terms of someone else.
You can´t say what you´re thinking? But I don´t know what you´ve been drinking.
But don´t cry. ´Cause life goes on.
Dear John, you could be anything you want.
Why not? Why not?
Why you could even be an astronaut, dear John, dear John.