This change I feel puzzles me. It's strange, a real mystery. Maybe you see it. If you do see it What on earth can it be? Lately I find myself out gazing at stars, Hearing guitars like someone in love. Sometimes the things I do astound me, Mostly whenever you're around me. Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, Bump into things like someone in love. Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove And feeling like someone in love. Lately I find myself out gazing at stars, Hearing guitars like someone in love. Sometimes the things I do astound me, Mostly whenever you're around me. Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, Bump into things like someone in love. Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove And feeling like someone in love.