As you sit there in your loneliness, confused as you must be, I'm sure a dozen questionscome to mind. And if you're wondering why I left you, after all you've done for me,I guess you'll have to blame it on the times. The many times you had your way, no matterwhat the cost, and the many times you took for granted the love you now have lost. Andif I've hurt you, darling, I don't mean to be unkind, I guess you'll have to blame iton the times. That small conceited world of yours could never understand that to wantto stand alone is not a crime. And if for one time in my life I'm acting like a man,I guess you'll have to blame it on the times. Blame it on the many times a hiding placeI'd seek, afraid to see what's on my mind, and ashamed for being weak. So if at lastI'm seen, after so long of being blind, I suppose you'll have to blame it on the times.