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 (dry up,

dry up) the helping hands that never came (dry

up, dry up) the years you lost out to another

all went 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.

composed by c. moulding