Another Jane-inspired and Dylan-influenced song with a lovely, driving acoustic guitar backing by John and George's skillful tambourine keeping time. A calm, convincing vocal by Paul. Folk-rock at its apex.
Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone
We can work it out
We can work it out
Think of what you're saying
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright
Think of what I'm saying
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night
We can work it out
We can work it out
Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again
