Something in the Way She Moves sing and play along

There's something in the way she moves,

or looks my way, or calls my name

that seems to leave this troubled world behind.

And if I'm to feeling down and blue,

or troubled by some foolish game,

she always seems to make me change my mind.

And I feel fine anytime she's around me now,

she's around me now, just about all the time.

And if I'm well, you can tell she's been with me now,

she's been with me now, quite a long,

long time, and I feel fine.

Ev'ry now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning and I find myself careening into places where I shouldn't let me go.

She has the pow-er to go where no one else can find me,

and to silently remind me

of the happiness and good times that I know

just got to know them.

It with me now

quite a long, long time, and I feel fine.