Sitting back at home, drinking by myself

‘Ol Janeys’ coming by around a quarter to three

All night long we put it on the shelf yeah

‘Cause you know its by design, to take a piece of my heart

You know its gets around, right back to the start, with her

So I’ll blame it on the weather

The back doors’ busted back at Janey’s place

That’s alright my front door works real good

All night long, doing what we should yeah

‘Cause you know its by design, to take a piece of my heart

You know its gets around, right back to the start, with her

So I’ll blame it on the weather

Cold, gray night, the rain is falling down

And them three little words keep surfacing, but never come out

Oh but our hearts will laugh out loud, if just a little at best

You know some things aint never meant to last

Janey knows it too and that's why she’s sleeping with me

And I don’t want to blame the weather no more

‘Cause you know its by design, to take a piece of my heart

You know its gets around, right back to the start, with her

So I’ll blame it on the weather

From the heart, I know, we’ll blame it on the weather

© DeSoto Rust 2009