It feels like a long way from abbey road,
That magical mystery tour.
We had love, we had fun,
We just followed the sun.
The songs we sang have melody.

The girl was a paperback writer,
Her dad was a fool on a hill.
We took a ticket to ride
(She's got a ticket to ride)
'Cause we both had to hide our love away.
But I'll get back; yes, you know I will.

Strawberry fields forever,
Where did they go?
Eight days a week I labour,
Your mother should know.

Here I go
On that long and winding road to get back,
To get you back in my life.

Picture yourself you're in a boat on a river
After doin' a hard day's night.
Penny lane in the rain,
Come together again.
And things will start getting better,

I need you to help me along.
I promise that it won't be long.
A day in the life of a song.