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
 You're looking through