Lately . . .I find myself out gazin’ 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,An’ feelin’ like someone in love . . .< instrumental bridge >I bump into things,Like someone in love . . .Each time I look at you,I’m limp as a glove,An’ feelin’ like someone in love . . .