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
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
I'm losing you
Well, here in the valley of indecision
I don't know what to do
I feel you slipping away
I feel you slipping away
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Well, now, you say you're 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
Whoo!
Ow!
I'm losing you
I'm 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?
Don't want to hear about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Don't want to lose you, now
Well
