I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. 

Turned on some music to start my day. 

I lost myself in a familiar song. 

I closed my eyes and slipped away. 

It's more than a feeling, 

when I hear that old song they used to play, 

more than a feeling. 

I begin dreaming (more than a feeling), 

till I see Marianne walk away. 

I see my Marianne walk away.

I see my Marianne walkin' away. 

So many people have come and gone. 

Their faces fade as the years go by. 

Yet I still recall as I wander on, 

as clear as the sun in the summer sky. 

It's more than a feeling, 

when I hear that old song they used to play, 

more than a feeling. 

I begin dreaming (more than a feeling), 

till I see Marianne walk away. 

I see my Marianne walk away. 

I see my Marianne walkin' away. 

When I'm tired and thinkin cold, 

I hide in my music, forget the day, 

and dream of a girl I used to know. 

I close my eyes and she slips away. 

She slipped away. 

She slipped away. 

It's more than a feeling, 

when I hear that old song play, 

more than a feeling. 

When I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)...