Springsteen.

Well I went 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 16.
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...
...
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...
But just to say that I miss you, baby...
Good luck. Goodbye, Bobby Jean.