Texty: Beatles, The. While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Outtake).

I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
And I see it needs sweeping
Still, my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why
Nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how
Someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world
And I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake
We must surely be learning
Still, my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how
You were diverted
You were perverted, too
I don't know how
You were inverted
No one alerted you

I look from the wings
At the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here
Doing nothing but aging
Still, my guitar gently weeps...