Late Shift

And I know your last words were "don't call"
 But I've been driving through a sorry night
 And I hear your Dear John through the hum of the highway
 On the late shift, on a long ride
 Sayin,
 "John, dear John, you've got a lot to learn about loving me
 and I know you try, we just run out of time"
 And there's a rain cutting shadows through my headlights
 On a stretch of road between dusk and dawn
 And at first light I lose the runnin' fight
 And I stop to find a phone
 And you're saying
 "John, dear John
 You got a lot to learn about lovin' me
 And i know you try, but we just run out of time
 We used up all our time"
 And I know what the silence on the wire is
 In the waking hours of a nameless day
 And i know you can't do your loving from a phonebooth on the highway
 900 miles or so away
 But you don't fret about the bottom droppin out
 It'll be alright if you just turn around
 You just dig in friend, if you keep your powder dry
 You keep your powder dry
 John, dear John
 You got a lot to learn about lovin' me
 And i know you try, but you can't do it
 from the highway, yeah"