By gerry goffin, carole king and michael nesmith

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
But 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 done before.
And I listen for your footsteps
And your know upon the door.

And it's love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things,
When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing.

• Gonna Buy Me a Dog
• I Wanna Be Free
• I'll Be True to You
• Last Train to Clarksville
• Let's Dance On
• Papa Gene's Blues
• Saturday's Child
• Sweet Young Thing
• Take a Giant Step
• Theme from The Monkees
• This Just Doesn't Seem to Be My Day
• Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day