Livingston Taylor
2005, L. Taylor/Morgan Creek Music (ASCAP)


Jupiter's tune
Whistling xylophone
Edison tuba
Beat all gone
Finger balloon
Melting with the ice cream cones
Who do you blame when it goes wrong

Blame it on the hearts we find
Blame it on no peace of mind
Blame it on the stars that no one sees
See if they disagree
Blame it on the will that bends
In the Santa Anna wind
I'm all in
Blame it on me

Aqua marine
The virtual swimming pool
Dusty and dry
Las Vegas sun
No hiding the scene
Losing all the Bel Air cool
Simply too high to learn to run
Who you going to blame
When it comes undone

Blame it on the hearts we find
Blame it on the toys we wind
Blame it on the same games we played
When we were twenty-three
Blame it on the ground we claimed
Whiskeyed up and quite insane
And if it rains
Blame it one me

You don't have to love me
You don't have to just adjust
The simple fact is you is my fizz
And I'm loving you enough for the both of us

Blame it on love gone bad
Or maybe we were both too sad
Or the feast upon the table
When Queenie came to tea
Walk along the dotted line
Whistle up a two step time
I don't mind
Blame it on me
It's not unkind
Blame it on me