Watching the trembling eyes
Of a woman who
Thought she was falling in love

Falling in love, falling in love
Falling in love, ain't what it used to be.

Wanting the love in the morning
And I'm walking
Around on hands and knees

Hunger for something inviting
Terrified
That you'll get up and leave

Get up and leave, Get up and leave
Get up and hide.

And I want to go back
To where it feels so good
And I'm shaking so bad
That I wonder if I should
Be here with you, here with you
Here with you

Turning the way that I'm looking
Into your eyes
Calling after me

Hoping for something so light
All aboard
And I'm walking away

Lying at night in the feeling
That I don't know
What I thought it would be

Watching the trembling eyes
Of a woman who
Thought she Was falling in love

Falling in love, falling in love
Falling in love, ain't what it used to be.

© 1987 Janet Feld