| Sweet Young Thing by Michael Nesmith, Gerry Goffin & Carole King |
| I know that something very strange has happened 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 And I feel the I must yield before the wisdom of a child. And it's love you bring, No, that I can't deny. And 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 been before, I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door. And it's love you bring, No, that I can't deny. And with your wings I can learn to fly, Sweet young thing. And it's love you bring With dreams of bluer skies, And the morning sings When I see it in your eyes, Sweet young thing. Sweet young thing. |