Dear Jack, I write you as a friend Dear friend, I write for I fear the end is coming soon To you it’s not so clear It’s clear to me, it’s clear as glass Dear Jack, dear Jack
Dear hope, attach it to the end of your rope A rope that wove ambition in with sorrow Distancing tomorrow, tomorrow’s come and past Dear Jack, dear Jack
Oh, you were the fighter I was the kid against the world I heard, there’s nothing gonna hold you down I’ll use a lighter so you can see what isn’t there We’ll swing at air Swinging off eventually you’re bound Bound to the ground






















