VERSE 1:
(i look at you all…see the love there that’s sleeping…)
while my guitar gently weeps…
(i look at the floor and i see it needs sweeping…)
(still my guitar gently weeps…)
BRIDGE 1:
i don’t know why nobody told you….
how to unfold your love…
i don’t know how someone controlled you…
they bought and sold you…
VERSE 2:
i look at the world and i notice it’s turning…
while my guitar gently weeps…
with every mistake we must surely be learning…
still my guitar gently weeps…
well…
BRIDGE 2:
i don’t know how you were diverted…
you were perverted too…
i don’t know how you were inverted…
no one alerted you…
“ALTERNATE VERSE 1:”
(handle with care!)
i look from the wings at the play you are staging…
as i’m sitting here doing nothing but aging…
OUTRO:
oh, oh…
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…
oh, oh, oh, oh…
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, ooh…
(or is george actually singing “paul” in place of “oh”?)
(i’d like to believe so…)
(if only for “paul is dead” conspiracy theorists to finally be given some sort of “purpose” in life)