John

From the time I was a child,
There was something in the way I moved.
The moment Julia bought me a guitar,
I knew it was my ticket to ride.

Tomorrow never knows,
The next great would come out,
Of the slums of Liverpool.
Your mother should know,
Who I am.

Penny Lane was once my home,
Where my friends and I
Painted our dreams
Across the Universe.

Twenty-seven number one’s,
Gold’s and platinum’s on the wall.
I know how I got here;
I got by with a little help,
From my friends.

I never wanted the fame,
I only wanted to start a revolution.
To change the world of music,
With a pick, and my words.

We embarked on a magical mystery tour,
Taking us to India,
To study with the maharishi,
And learn his ways of peace and tranquility.

Then I found myself in times of trouble,
And decided to let it be and move on.
I packed up my thing;
The ballad of John and Yoko had begun.

It was just like I imagined.
My message clear, my mind free,
They said hello,
I said goodbye.

My life was a tragedy,
This bird had flown.
In the end,
We all shine on.