She can account for all of the men in her past

Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have

She knew their backgrounds, family and friends

Oh, a few she even talks to now and then

But there is one, she can't put her finger on

There is one who never leaves her thoughts

And she thinks his name was John



A chance meeting, a party a few years back

Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black

He was a friend of a friend, you could say

She let his smile just sweep her away

And in her heart, though she knew that it was wrong

But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn

And she thinks his name was John



Now each day is one day that's left in her life

She won't know love, have a marriage, or sing lullabys

She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep

She let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams

And all her friends say "What a pity, what a loss"

And in the end when she was barely hanging on

All she could say is she thinks his name was John



She thinks his name was John