Hey there, John Watson, what’s it like back home in London I’m five thousand miles away, but, John, tonight I’m coming undone And it’s true Though barely living in refuge It’s all I can do
Hey there, John Watson, don’t you worry about the distance Call my phone and give my answering machine another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice, it’ll suffice I’m by your side
Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me What you do to me
Hey there, John Watson, I know times are getting hard But please believe in me, some day I’ll pay a visit at your door We’ll have it good We’ll have the life we thought we would I know we could
Hey there, John Watson, I’ve got so much left to say And I wish more than anything that I could take this pain away I’d risk it all To know Moran one day would fall And we’d have it all
Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me
Five thousand miles seems pretty far But once our safety is assured I’ll walk to you if I have no other way The Yarders once made fun of us But we just laughed along because We knew not one of them had felt this way John, my friend, I promise you That if I ever make it 221B will never be same Am I to blame?
Hey there, John Watson, you be good, and don’t you mind me Give me time and I’ll be home again And we’ll be touring crime scenes Like we do You’ll know it’s all because of you Few years, we’ll be like we used to Hey there, John Watson, here’s to you I’ll make it up to you
Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me Oh, it’s what you do to me What you do to me, oh