There's a warm wind tonight and the moon turns the tide.
When the stars take their ride, she'll be leaving.
Where she goes, I don't know, she won't tell me what it is that makes her act like this.
But I've got a funny feeling that it's me, it's worth believin'.

Should I ask- do you like to go walking on the shore and listen to the sea?
Or could it be someone kind, could it be that I'm the fool?
There's something wrong with you and I've got a funny feeling that it's me, it's worth believin'.

There's a breeze from the shore and the waves overlap.
When I've called in the cat, she'll go walking.
And she cries to herself in the night when I'm asleep, she lies awake and weeps.
Could it be someone new, someone old who has returned, or is it just a game?
But I've got a funny feeling that it's me, it's worth believin'.

There's a warm wind tonight and the moon turns the tide.
When the stars take their ride, she'll be leaving.
Where she goes, I don't know, she won't tell me what it is that makes her act like this.
But I've got a funny feeling that it's me, it's worth believin'.