Same dances in the same old shoes

Some habits that you just can't lose

There's no telling what a man might use,

After the thrill is gone.

The flame rises but it soon descends

Empty pages and a frozen pen

You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends

After the thrill is gone, oh...

After the thrill is gone.

What can you do when your dreams come true

And it's not quite like you planned?

What have you done to be losing the one

You held it so tight in your hand well.

Time passes and you must move on,

Half the distance takes you twice as long

So you keep on singing for the sake of the song

After the thrill is gone

After the thrill is gone.

You're afraid you might fall out of fashion

And you're feeling cold and small

Any kind of love without passion

That ain't no kind of lovin' at all, well.

Same dances in the same old shoes

You get too careful with the steps you choose

You don't care about winning but you don't want to lose

After the thrill is gone

After the thrill is gone

After the thrill is gone, oh...

After the thrill is gone.