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.