Sweet Young Thing

I 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

And I feel that 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

(Sweet young thing)

People try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds

(Sweet young thing)

I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down

(Sweet young thing)

Turned on to the sunset like I've never been before

(Sweet young thing)

I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door

(Sweet young thing)

And it's love you bring

No, that I can't deny

With your wings

I can learn to fly

Sweet young thing

And it's love you bring

With dreams of bluer skies

And all these things

When I see it in your eyes

Sweet young thing

Sweet young thing