now i can remember like it was only yesterday
love was young and foolish like a little child at play
but oh how lovers change - i never dreamed how easily
’cause now i’m just a shadow of the boy i used to be

and when i write the book about my love
it will be about a man who’s torn in half
about his hopes and ambitions wasted through the years
the pain will be written on every page in tears
when i write the book about my love

i was a fool to myself when i kept on runnin’ around
and i fared little better when i tried settlin’ down
maybe some magic moment - i’ve never known one, not for long
for all too soon the magic is in a moment gone

and when i write the book about my love
it’ll be a heartbreaking story about love and luck
when i get down on the pages all i felt
it will make the hardest-hearted of critics’ hearts melt
when i write the book about my love

when i was young love was fun and i was so happy - i looked so good and i dressed so snappy
two-tone shoes on my feet big old smile on my face - as i moved and grooved all over the place
now i’m down in the heels my complexion is bad
’cause my love life is sadder than sad

and when i write the book about my love
it’ll be a pop publication, tougher than tough
when i get down on the pages all i missed
it will shoot to the top of the best-sellers list
when i write the book about my love