Here in some stranger's room
It's late in the afternoon
What am I doing here at all?

There 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
Don't want to talk about it
I'm losing you

I'm losing you

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

Now you say you're not getting enough

Then I remind you of all that bad stuff
Well tell me what 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 do you still have to carry that cross

Don't want to talk about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you

I'm losing you
I'm losing you