Here in some stranger's room Late in the afternoon What am I doing here at all? 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 Just got a shout about it I'm losing you, I'm losing you Well, 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 Well now, you say you're not getting enough But I remind you of all that bad, bad, bad stuff So, what the hell am I supposed to do? Just put a band-aid on it And stop the bleeding now Stop the bleeding now Well! I'm losing you, I'm losing you Well, well, well I know I hurt you then But hell, that was way back when Well, do you still have to carry that cross? Don't wanna hear about it I'm losing you, I'm losing you Don't wanna lose you now Well!