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 lost Can’t even get you on the telephone Just got to shout 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 sliping away I feel you sliping away
I'm losing you I'm losing you
I'm losing you I'm losing you
You say your not getting enough But I remind you of all that bad stuff So what the hell am I supposed to do? Just put a bandaid on it? And stop the bleeding now Stop the bleeding now
I'm losing you. I'm losing you I'm losing you. I'm losing you I'm losing you. I'm losing you I'm losing you
