I Still Believe That Love

By The Time We Made "abbey Road", John And I Were Openly Critical Of Each Other's Music, And I Felt John Wasn't Much Interested In Performing Anything He Hadn't Written Himself.

If Anyone Had Told Me In The '60s That 20 Years Later We'd Still Be Talking About Whether Pot Was Worse Than This Or That, I'd Have Said, Oh, Come Off It, Boys.

Lyricists Play With Words.

But With Writers, There's Nothing Wrong With Melancholy. It's An Important Color In Writing.

Paul's Last Words To Linda: "you're Up On Your Beautiful Appaloosa Stallion. It's A Fine Spring Day. We're Riding Through The Woods. The Bluebells Are All Out, And The Sky Is Clear-blue".