Lyrics:

In a second story window framed in lace

There she is again

Sitting staring into space

Thinking back to better days

Darlin?with the pain

Some folks think it抯 teardrops Me,

I think it抯 rain



And there it is the cold hard truth

So plain to see

The living proof

Where do you stand?

What抯 your point of view?

I guess it all depends on

Which side of the glass

you抮e 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抯 him

But me, I think it抯 her



And there it is the cold hard truth

So plain to see

The living proof

Where do you stand?

What抯 your point of view?

I guess it all depends on

Which side of the glass

you抮e looking through



I turn towards the mirror

It抯 time to face the facts

Looking for the reason

You抮e not ever coming back



And there it is the cold hard truth

So plain to see

The living proof

Where do you stand?

What抯 your point of view?

I guess it all depends on

Which side of the glass

you抮e looking through



Oh, I guess it all depends on

Which side of the glass

You抮e looking through