From the recording Flights Of Fancy
Jeff Tracy: Atmospheric Guitar
Lyrics
Let's go to Penny Lane, and Strawberry Fields
I'd like to find the place where nothin' is real
Find a place I can go
Forget all I know
Start over again
And when I go there I will never look back
No strings behind me, no crumbs on the path
Just as the gates close so will close the past
Today might be the day
That I'll go home
Just give me something to forget how I feel
Just close my eyes and all will be revealed
Find a place I can be
And set myself free
Start over again
And when I go there I will never look back
No strings behind me, no crumbs on the path
Just as the gates close so will close the past
Today might be the day
That I'll go home
How far should I go
When I'm goin' nowhere
Tell me what should I know
When will I be there
And when I go there I will never look back
No strings behind me, no crumbs on the path
Just as the gates close so will close the past
Today might be the day
That I'll go home
That I'll go home
Let's go to Penny Lane, and Strawberry Fields
Let's go to Penny Lane, and Strawberry Fields
Nothin' is real
Elysian Fields
Nothin' is real
Elysian Fields