I looked out this morning and the sun was gone.

Turned on some music to start my day.

I lost myself in a familiar song.

I closed my eyes and slipped away.

It's more than a feeling,

when I hear that old song they used to play,

more than a feeling.

I begin dreaming (more than a feeling),

till I see Marianne walk away.

I see my Marianne walk away.

I see my Marianne walkin' away.

So many people have come and gone.

Their faces fade as the years go by.

Yet I still recall as I wander on,

as clear as the sun in the summer sky.

It's more than a feeling,

when I hear that old song they used to play,

more than a feeling.

I begin dreaming (more than a feeling),

till I see Marianne walk away.

I see my Marianne walk away.

I see my Marianne walkin' away.

When I'm tired and thinkin cold,

I hide in my music, forget the day,

and dream of a girl I used to know.

I close my eyes and she slips away.

She slipped away.

She slipped away.

It's more than a feeling,

when I hear that old song play,

more than a feeling.

When I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)...