Oh, the long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before Don't leave me standing there Lead me to your door Ah, Lady Madonna, baby at your breast Wonders how you manage to feed the rest Well, Friday night arrive without a suitcase Sunday morning papers didn't come Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace Woah, see how they run Lady Madonna, lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head
