S ame dances in the same old shoes
S ome habits that you just can't lose
T here's no telling what a man might lose,
Af ter the thrill is go ne
T he flame rises but it soon descends
E mpty pages and a frozen pen
Y ou're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
Af ter the thrill is gone, oh,
Af ter the thrill is go ne
Wh at can you do when your dreams come true
And it's no t quite like you planned?
Wh at have you done to be losing the one
You hel d it so tight in your hand well
T ime passes and you must move on,
H alf the distance takes you twice as long
So you ke ep on singing for the sake of the song
Af ter the thrill is go ne
You're afra id you might fall out of fashion
And you're fe eling cold and small
An y kind of love without passion
That ain't no kind of lovin' at all, well
S ame dances in the same old shoes
Y ou get too careful with the steps you choose
y ou don't care about winning but you don't want to lose
Af ter the thrill is gone
Af ter the thrill is gone
Af ter the thrill is gone, oh
Af ter the thrill is gone
