Which Side Of The Glass

In a second story window framed in lace There she is again sittin' staring into space Thinkin' back to better days, and dealin' with the pain Some folks think it's teardrops, me, I think it's rain 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 gla*s 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 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 gla*s you're lookin' through I turn towards the mirror, it's time to face the facts Lookin' for the reason you're not ever comin' back 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? Well, I guess it all depends on which side of the gla*s you're lookin' through I guess it all depends on which side of the gla*s you're lookin' through