Something in the Way She Moves.kar

There's something in the way she moves
or looks my way or calls my name
that seems to leave this troubled world behind.

If I'm feelin' down an' blue,
or troubled by some foolish game,
she always seems to make me change my mind.

An' I feel fine anytime she's around me now.
She's around me now almost all the time.

And if I'm well, you can tell
that 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
in places where I should not let me go.

She has the power to go
where no one else can find me,
yes, and to silently remind me

of the happiness and good times
that I know, know.
But I said I just got to know them.

It isn't what she's got to say
or how she thinks or where she's been.
To me, the words are nice the way they sound.

I like to hear them best that way.
It doesn't much matter what they mean.
Well, she says them mostly just to calm me down.

An' I feel fine anytime she's around me now.
She's around me now almost all the time.

If I'm well, you can tell
that she's been with me now.

She's been with me now quite a long, long time,
yes, and I feel fine.