[OK. We're rolling? OK, just. Somebody count in and let's go.]

Here in some stranger's room
Late in the afternoon
What am I doing here at all?
Oh 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
I 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 slipping away
I feel you slipping away
[2,3,4, 1,2,3,4, 1,2.]
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 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

Ooh hoo

I know I hurt you when
But, hell, that was way back when
And well, do you still have to carry that cross?
Don't want to hear about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you

Ooh uh