When you flash through time and you lose your grip And you land with a fracture of the leg And then Christian comes and he says to turn to wheel, No more, no more Island for you, John Locke. No more, no more Island for you.
‘Twas in some unspecified Island time When Frank had flown away, Taking Jack and Kate and Hurley and the rest, That you learned you couldn’t stay, John Locke. You learned you couldn’t stay.
You turned the wheel and you found yourself In Tunisia in the sand. You were hurt, you were hurt, you were hurt but then you got A surprising helping hand, John Locke. Yes, Widmore’s helping hand.
So he sent you out with a pseudonym And a list of friends you had to find. But Sayid was sharp and Kate, she was cruel, And poor Hurley’d lost his mind, John Locke. Poor Hurley’d lost his mind.
Well, you called on Walt, who had grown so tall, And he was kind to you, But he’d lost so much, you could ask no more of him. You bid the boy adieu, John Locke. You bid the boy adieu.
Oh, Jack was obstinate and mean. “John, it’s over! Go away,” he said. But then Ben was there, and he really seemed to care Until he choked you dead, John Locke. Until he choked you dead.
When you flash through time and you lose your grip And you land with a fracture of the leg And then Christian comes and he says to turn to wheel, No more, no more Island for you, John Locke. No more, no more Island for you.