She’s waiting for something 
But nothing is coming her way 
Down she goes to her core 

She’s longing for someone 
But no one is coming her way 
They got lots to do 
She supposed 

Bells keep ringing, 
keep ringing 
Nobody’s home 
Beatles creeping out of the phone 
Nobody’s home 

Those people in picture frames 
She’s speaking to every day 
Silent friends 
She lost their names 

She’s searching for a remedy, 
some kind of a cure, 
to bring back her memory 
But little by little 
she shuffles off her mortal coil 

Bells keep ringing 
Keep ringing 
Nobody’s home 
Beatles creeping out of the phone 
Nobody’s home