I Concentrate On You

Whenever skies look gray to me And trouble begins to brew Whenever the winter winds, they get too strong I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay, nay, nay to me And people declare, "You're through" Whenever the blues become the only song I concentrate on you On your smile that sweet, and it's so tender When at first my kiss you do decline On the light in your eyes when you surrender Once again our arms intertwine And so when wise men say to me That love's young dream never comes true To prove that even the wise men can be wrong I concentrate on you And so when wise men say to me That love's young dream doesn't come true To prove the wise men can be wrong I concentrate on you I infiltrate, concentrate on you