Here in some stranger's room 
It's late in the afternoon 
What am I doing here at all? 
There ain't no doubt about it 
I'm losing you, I'm losing you 
Somehow the wires have crossed 
Communications lost 
Can't even get you on the telephone 
Don't wanna talk 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 
I'm losing you, I'm losing you 
You say you're not getting enough 
That I remind you of all that bad stuff 
Well, tell me what am I supposed to do? 
I just put a band-aid on it 
And stop the bleeding now 
And stop the bleeding now 
I know I hurt you then 
But it was way back when 
And do you still have to carry that cross? 
Don't wanna talk about it 
I'm losing you, I'm losing you 
I'm losing you, I'm losing you 
I'm losing you, I'm losing you