| Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away |
| She said there was nothing that I could have done |
| There was nothing nobody could say |
| Me and you we’ve known each other ever since we were sixteen |
| I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you |
| Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean |
| Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose |
| We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes |
| We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we’d ever seen |
| Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you |
| Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean |
| Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid |
| Now there ain’t nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did |
| Maybe you’ll be out there on that road somewhere |
| In some bus or train traveling along |
| In some motel room there’ll be a radio playing |
| And you’ll hear me sing this song |
| Well if you do you’ll know I’m thinking of you and all the miles in between |
| And I’m just calling one last time not to change your mind |