Lyrics

I’ve got a ticket to ride to Maryelbone Station – Then I hop a cab to St. John’s Wood

When I see the crosswalk, there’s no mistaking – It’s a celebrated neighborhood

All the people try to reenact it – That famous scene from yesterday

They cross the street and they hold up traffic – And pose for pictures on the way



As I walk across to number three – I see the writing on the walls

Every color there, every word, I see – It’s only love, and that is all

Feeling all the envy of the crowd – Up thru the private entryway

It’s so surreal, I’m in a cloud – A nowhere man, I’m miles away



I’m talking ‘bout Abbey Road – For the sound of a generation

Walkin’ thru Abbey Road – A backstage pass for me

Am I really at Abbey Road – Or is it just my imagination

Seeing Abbey Road – Like it was nineteen sixty three



So I roam about the hallowed hallways – Photos hanging from a distant time

Sessions past, remembered always – All these legends here and I feel fine

The sacred corridors and rooms – The magic lives in number two

With every step, the story looms – So many memories since Love Me Do



I’m thinking ‘bout Abbey Road – It was part of the revolution

Checking out Abbey Road – Its fortunes on display

Chilling at Abbey Road – Where we saw an evolution

Lookin’ at Abbey Road – It’s a treasure still today



Mrs. Mills still sits against the wall – The fabled four-tracks aging in the hall

And if I close my eyes and concentrate – I can hear the music resonate



I’m thinking ‘bout Abbey Road – It was part of the revolution

Checking out Abbey Road – Where Sargent Pepper taught the band to play

Chilling at Abbey Road – Where we saw an evolution

Lookin’ at Abbey Road – It’s a treasure still today



I’m talking ‘bout Abbey Road – For the sound of a generation

Walkin’ thru Abbey Road – A backstage pass for me

Was I really at Abbey Road – Or was it just my imagination

Seeing Abbey Road – Like it was nineteen sixty three



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