When your love's flown out the window, And the pain comes
through the door. Once again you've missed the boat, And
you're stranded on the shore. And you find out that what
you had, Was never yours at all, Friends and lovers that you
knew so well, Will never take your calls. So, You blame the
weather, oh-oh, Blame the weather, oh-oh, Blame the weather,
oh-oh Can't you see you're in your prime? You're
turning creases into lines. If you play the game You've got
to be prepared to take a knock, You get put down so many times,
But you keep on getting up. So put your tears away, And
don't forget to worry is a crime, Nothing bears thinking
about too much, You'll be old before your time. So, You
blame the weather, oh-oh, Blame the weather, oh-oh, Blame the
weather, oh-oh Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines. The pool of tears you
left to drown in, The helping hands that never came, The years
you lost out to another, All up in flames So, You blame the
weather, oh-oh, Blame the weather, oh-oh, Blame the weather,
oh-oh Can't you see you're in your prime? You're
turning creases into lines.