Track byArt Blakey & The Jazz Messengers
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 . . . 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 . . .