Lyrics:

In A Second Story Window Framed In Lace

there She Is Again

sitting Staring Into Space

thinking Back To Better Days

darlinwith The Pain

some Folks Think It Teardrops Me,

i Think It Rain



and There It Is The Cold Hard Truth

so Plain To See

the Living Proof

where Do You Stand

what Your Point Of View

i Guess It All Depends On

which Side Of The Glass

youe Looking Through



beneath 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 Him

but Me, I Think It Her



and There It Is The Cold Hard Truth

so Plain To See

the Living Proof

where Do You Stand

what Your Point Of View

i Guess It All Depends On

which Side Of The Glass

youe Looking Through



i Turn Towards The Mirror

it Time To Face The Facts

looking For The Reason

youe Not Ever Coming Back



and There It Is The Cold Hard Truth

so Plain To See

the Living Proof

where Do You Stand

what Your Point Of View

i Guess It All Depends On

which Side Of The Glass

youe Looking Through



oh, I Guess It All Depends On

which Side Of The Glass

youe Looking Through