I guess I'm feeling old today

I can't get in the mood to play, oh no.

Feeling low.

And things have got to change, oh, yeah

'Cause there's no point and there's no use

In that tired old excuse

Of blaming it all on love.



Can't rely on anyone,

To show me how to have my fun, but me

And now I see

Clearer than before - and more

That it's a fool who lives too small

Beats his head against the wall

Yeah, blaming it all on love.



Looking at the world outside

I sometimes have to run and hide away

When I should stay,

And join in with the dance, oh yeah.

'Cause it's a crime and a disgrace

When I think of the time I waste

Blaming it all on love, sweet love

Blaming it all on love, sweet love

Blaming it all on love, love love.