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