Special Thing

If the power dies again

Well, who needs the light?

We'll see with our hands

And feel and understand



When notes create the source

They cause a driving force

And the sound that you explore

Through the wires on the floor



And it's a very special thing

When she makes the people clap and sing

That my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time



It's the touch that's wearing thin

Where the strings break the skin

And the folks throwing stones

Have hearts like hollow bones



But it's a very special thing

When she makes the people clap and sing

That my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time

Ah, sing it now



And it's a very special thing

When she makes the people clap and sing

That my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time



And it's a very special thing

It's a very special thing