Back in sixty -five, we were on our way
We were listening to Dylan,
working on the things he would say
Out on the road,
we were dancing to the rolling stone
Our heroes left the way,
everybody heard the call
We were over a wood stock,
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 can?
It seems nowadays,
everybody's on TV
You know from New York to London,
it doesn't do a lot for me
What's going on?
I feel like tearing up the Rolling Stones
Won't somebody love me?
Won't somebody tell me they can?
Oh, we wanted to know
where we should go
And try to find out on our own
But right from the start
it was there in our hearts
We're one way back home
Oh, home
Let's go home
Back in sixty -five, we were on our way
We were listening to Bobby,
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 can?
Won't somebody love me?
Won't somebody tell me they can?
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 that you love me
Say you love me
Please say you love me
Just tell me that you love me
Please say you love me
Please say you love me
Please say you love me
Rosie Rosie