It’s a strange thing, isn’t it,

when the right things don’t fit,

when the things you don’t understand

become the things in highest demand.

When you spend all day trying to figure out

what all the fuss was about.

Then it hits you.

It’s probably love, isn’t it,

that always seems to fit,

that makes you able to understand

why everything’s in highest demand,

why they do those things you couldn’t figure out,

and you’re what all the fuss was about.

It’s probably love, isn’t it,

coming out from the dark,

hiding behind trees in the park.

It’s probably love, isn’t it?

It is.