Paperback Writer It's good to be back home. It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log. When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide. Why leave me standing here, let me know the way.Turn off your mind relax and float down-stream. And somebody spoke and I went into a dream. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering over your head.Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind. Listen to the music playing in your head. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. Remember I'll always be true. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. So let me see you smile again. We all want to change the world.