In a second story window Framed in lace There she is again Sittin' staring into space Thinkin' back to better days Dealin' with the pain Some folks think it's teardrops Me, I think it's rain Chorus: And there it is The cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? What's your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass You're lookin' 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's him But me, I think it's her Chorus I turn towards the mirror It's time to face the facts Lookin' for the reason You're not ever comin' back Chorus Oh, I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass
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