Here in some stranger's room
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, oh
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
You say you're not getting enough
But I remind you of all that bad stuff
Well tell me what am I supposed to do?
Yeah, just put a band-aid 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?
Oh, don't want to talk about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Oh...
Oh...
I'm losing you
I'm losing you