Songwriter: Graham Goble

Producer: George Martin

Gobble

Back in '65 we were on our way
We were listening to Dylan and working on the things he would say
Out on our own, we were dancing to the Rolling Stone

Our heroes led the way, everybody heard the call
We were all there at Woodstock, we really thought we knew it all
Up on our feet, we were out in the street and singing ...

Won't somebody love me
Won't somebody tell me they care
It seems nowadays everybody's on TV
You know from New York to London, it doesn't do a lot for me
With what's goin' on, feel like tearin' up the Rolling Stone

Won't somebody love me
Won't somebody tell me they care

We wanted to know where we should go
And tried to find out on our own
But right from the start it was there in our hearts
We wanted a way back home, oh home, let's go home ...

Back in '65 we were on our way
We were listening to Bobby and working on the things he would say
Up on our feet, we were out in the street and singing
Singing ...

Won't somebody love me
Won't somebody tell me they care
Won't somebody love me
Won't somebody tell me they care ...

Just say that you love me, (just say that you love me)
Just say that you love me, (just say that you love me)
Just say that you love me, (just say that you love me)
Please say that you love me, (just say that you love me)
Just tell me that you love me ...