Here in some stranger's room, Late in the afternoon, What am I doing here at all? Ain't no doubt about it, I'm losing you,
Somehow the wires have crossed, Communication's lost, Can't even get you on the telephone, Just got to shout about it, I'm losing you,
Here in the valley of indecision, I don't know what to do, I feel you sliping away, I feel you sliping away, I'm losing you, I'm losing you,
You say your not getting enough, But I remind you of all that bad stuff, So waht the hell am I supposed to do? Just put a bandaid on it? And stop the bleeding now, Stop the bleeding now,
I know I hurt you then, But that was way back when, And well, do you still have to carrey that cross? Don't want to hear about it, I'm losing you, I'm losing you.
Save your sweet talk for when you score, Keep your monday kisses for your glass lady, I want the truth and nothing more, I'm moving on, moving on you're getting phony,
You didn't have to tell a white lie, You know you scored me for life, Don't stick your fingers in my pie, You know I'll see through your jive, I want the truth and nothing more, I'm moving on, moving on you're getting phony,
When you were angry you had love in your eyes, when you were sad you had a dream in your voice, But now your giving me your window smile, I'm moving on, moving on you're getting phony.