lonely heart's club band

on a barstool

watching a game of hustler's pool

listening to Jimmy playing his guitar

smoking a hand-rolled Cuban cigar

with the lights turned down low 

couples and some standing solo

drinks in hand

like a Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

we're playing a part

tending to a broken heart

or being in love with a friend we know

whichever way the wild winds blow

a golden dawn following the night

a soft face welcoming the morning light

and with the brightest smile

stops and stays for a little while

all the world wants to cheer a winner

growing heavy or growing thinner

on the road to where the forest grows

there are no easy answers from beyond i suppose

to which we all reply

overhead is an endless blue sky

and it's easy to remember the world is full

of people sitting on a barstool

watching a game of hustler's pool

listening to Jimmy playing his guitar

smoking a hand-rolled Cuban cigar

with the lights turned down low 

couples and some standing solo

drinks in hand

like a Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.