Oh John - Paula Cole

Never lose the memory of April twenty-six

Your hands designed my body

You autographed my hip

I lost all my worry

I lost all sense of time

My fears evaporated

When you held me in your oh my god and

Oh John, in a New York hotel room

In a truck off the back road

Southwest of Chicago

Oh John, in a New England fairground

On a lawn in the backyard

In a town in Colorado, oh

Oh John, oh John, oh John

Saturate my consciousness with sweet elixir wine

Your body is the chalice your spirit is the vine

I lose all my worry

I lose all sense of time

My fears evaporate

When you hold me in your oh my god and

And everytime I see the ocean you’re there

And everytime I see the forest you’re on my mind

In my life, flooding me with memories like