Imagine, I wrote in one my songs,
I wrote for me, but the world loved it,
I floated among the stars with Bob Dylan, and the like,
A memory never to be forgotten,
A martyr of rock n' roll,
I tried many things, only to find that music is my favorite drug.
I got by with a little help from my friends,
Ringo, Paul, George,
All of whom, live on.
I made music for me, a most noble cause,
A whole world affected by just a man.
I tasted fame and fortune,
And then one day it killed me,
But let it be...
Let it be.
Now just a blackbird,
I float through your mind,
Reminding you to imagine.