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.