Here in some strangers room
Late in the afternoon
What am I doing here at all?
Aint no doubt about it
Im losing you
Im losing you
Somehow the wires have crossed
Communications lost
Cant even get you on the telephone
Just got to shout about it
Im losing you
Im losing you
Here in the valley of indecision
I dont know what to do
I feel you slipping away
I feel you slipping away
Im losing you
Im losing you
Well now you say youre not getting enough
But I remind you of all that bad, bad, bad stuff
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
Just put a Band-Aid on it?
And stop the bleeding now
Stop the bleeding now
Well
Im losing you
Im losing you
Well, well, well, I know I hurt you then
But hell that was way back when
Well, do you still have to carry that cross?
Dont want to hear about it
Im losing you
Im losing you
Dont want to lose you now
Well, well
Dont, dont, dont