Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds, they get too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries nay, nay, nay, nay to me
And people declare, "You're through"
Whenever the blues become the only song
I concentrate on you
On your smile that sweet, and it's so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
Once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream doesn't come true
To prove the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
I infiltrate, concentrate on you
