In a second story window framed in lace
There she is again sittin' staring into space
Thinkin' back to better days, and dealin' with the pain
Some folks think it's teardrops, me, I think it's rainAnd 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 lookin' throughBeneath 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 think it's him, but me, I think it's herAnd 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 lookin' throughI turn towards the mirror, it's time to face the facts
Lookin' for the reason you're not ever comin' backAnd 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 lookin' through
I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're lookin' through