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.