Beatles in Nowhere Land

In a place where time stands still,
Where the sky meets the endless hill,
There's a town that's lost in dreams,
Where nothing's quite as it seems.

Beatles in Nowhere Land,
Holdin' hands, they make their stand.
In the land of whimsy and wonder,
They paint the skies with lightning and thunder.

In the streets of cobblestone,
They dance to melodies unknown,
With guitars strumming in the breeze,
They bring the town to its knees.

Beatles in Nowhere Land,
Holdin' hands, they make their stand.
In the land of whimsy and wonder,
They paint the skies with lightning and thunder.

Their music echoes through the night,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.
In Nowhere Land, they're kings supreme,
Living out their wildest dreams.

Beatles in Nowhere Land,
Holdin' hands, they make their stand.
In the land of whimsy and wonder,
They paint the skies with lightning and thunder.

So if you ever find yourself lost,
In a world where lines are crossed,
Just close your eyes and take my hand,
We'll join the Beatles in Nowhere Land.
