Sweet Young Thing

By Gerry Goffin, Carole King and Michael Nesmith 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, 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. And I listen for your footsteps And your knock upon the door. 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 then all these things, When I see it in your eyes Sweet young thing.