Ringo Starr

Wrack my brain, wrack my brain,
Till my head's filled with pain,
Wrack my brain.
All dried up, i'm all dried up,
All i have's this empty cup,
All dried up.
What i have, you don't want,
What you want, i can't give.
I got out of touch with you and yours,
The way that you live.
I try to do my best for you,
While the sky pours down the rain,