ABBEY ROAD
Coming home along the Abbey Road
Reading newspapers from moving cars
Ten thousand holes stood weeping silently
on the corners of your streets.
Coming home along the Abbey Road
Universe flows through a paper cup
Tell your fools to see the world
like everybody else does
I'm still here, but there's nothing to imagine anymore,
I'm not living for the benefit of kites and angels, no.
Coming home along the Abbey Road
Giving timing to the holy ghost
Comfort the Nowhere Man
He's inconsolable,
Heroes, heroes,
heroes, heroes,
heroes, heroes, Abbey Road.
Goodnight John.
