...But I think I know how we can get out of this hole,

Whether you were raised on Penny Lane or Christie Road.

It seems so selfish to get caught up in the waves.

By the time you notice you've been mowed down by the blades of progression...

Of which we stand no chance against all the pressure...

And now we pose no real defense against:

The opposite of your sex... What can you do?

There's a bitterness that I detect in you...

Oh, I'm still finding out what this world's about.

When you're hopeless and rejected,

(All your pride's been taken)

The days are never what's expected.

(All your faith forsaken)

"In between your dreams you think about that one you used to love,"

Sing out the ballad of the swan.

I'm still finding out what this life's about.

Sing out, sing out; you know we're trying.

Sing out, sing out; you know we're always listening.