Which Side Of The Glass

In a second story window, framed in lace

There she is again, sittin', starin' into space

Thinking back to better days, dealing with the pain

Some folks thinks it's teardrops, me, I think it's rain

And there it is the cold hard truth

So plain to see the living proof

Where do you stand? What's your point of view?

I guess it all depends on which side of the glass

You're looking through

Beneath a neon chandelier, he leans on polished oak

And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke

He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs

Some folks thinks it's him, me, I think it's her

And there it is the cold hard truth

So plain to see the living proof

Where do you stand? What's your point of view?

I guess it all depends on which side of the glass

You're looking through

I turn towards the mirror

It's time to face the facts

Looking for the reason

You're not ever coming back

And there it is, the cold hard truth

So plain to see the living proof

Where do you stand? What's your point of view?

Well, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass

You're looking through

I guess it all depends

On which side of the glass

You're looking through