From “Let Your Dim light shine” album Dear moNothing to write home about Dear John, that ain't my name I'm just hanging 'round to take the blame I'm filled with guilt, I'm filled with shame Too much or not enough, it's all the same And no one wants to talk about the loss No one wants to talk about the cost And everyone just looks away Just like any other day I've nothing to write home about Nothing I have figured out Still I have the same old doubts Nothing to write home about t to say? (guitartabs.cc)