He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.
And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be
But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out.
And when at last I find you your song will fill the air.
