I'll have my back to the door   I'll be standing with my back to the door,   yet I'll know when he walks in   It's the strangest thing   I'll hear the laugh of the crowd,   though standing well apart from the crowd   And I'll know when he walks in   It's the strangest thing   What do you suppose it is   that's mine and his   What would you call that?   I would call it something mystical   if I believed in all that   Just the same   I know when I enter a room,    from the moment I enter the room,   if it's some room he's been in   It's the strangest thing   What do you suppose it is   that's mine and his   What would you call that?   I would call it something magical   if I believed in all that   Just the same   When I hear the telephone ring,   as I hurry to answer the ring   If I know it's him, it's him   It's the strangest thing   It's the strangest thing