Look

at

me,

I'm

as

help-

less

as

a

kit-

ten

up

a

tree;

And

I

feel

like

I'm

clin-

gin'

to

a

cloud

I

can't

un-

der-

stand

I

get

mis-

ty,

just

hol-

ding

your

hand

Walk

my

way

And

a

thou-

sand

vi-

o-

lins

be-

gin

to

play

Or

it

might

be

the

sound

of

your

hel-

lo

That

mu-

sic

I

hear

I

get

mis-

ty,

the

mo-

ment

you're

near

Can't

you

see

that

you're

lea-

ding

me

on?

And

it's

just

what

I

want

you

to

do

Don't

you

no-

tice

how

hope-

less-

ly

I'm

lost

That's

why

I'm

fo-

llo-

wing

you

On

my

own

Would

I

wan-

der

through

this

won-

der-

land

a-

lone

Ne-

ver

kno-

wing

my

right

foot

from

my

left

My

hat

from

my

glove

I'm

too

mis-

ty,

and

too

much

in

love

Too

mis-

ty

And

too

much

In

love