By gerry goffin, carole king and michael nesmith
Know that something very strange
is happening to my brain.
i'm either feeling very good
or else i am insane.
the seeds of doubt you planted
have started to grow wild
but feel that i must yield before
the wisdom of a child
And it's love you bring,
no that i can't deny,
with your wings,
i can learn to fly,
sweet young thing.
People try to talk to me
their words are ugly sounds
but i resist all their attempts
to try and bring me down..
turned on to the sunset,
like i've never done before.
and i listen for your footsteps
and your know upon the door.
And it's love you bring,
with dreams of bluer skies
all these things,
when i seem them in your eyes
sweet young thing.