And the funny thing is it has no endnI try to call you up, at 2amnIn a crowded bar, your ringer tonesnGrab my mindnnI can see you through the phone, nThe phone, the phonenAnd I'm wide awake at homenAt home, at homenSo think I'll seem like (?)nAnd hope you don't catchnThe bourbon on my breathnMy breath, my breathnnCatch a cab outside on Seventh StreetnAnd the cars fly through the BowerynI come to your door and I hear a moannThen another voice, so Christ, she's not alonenAlone, alonenAnd my heart sinks like a stonenA stone, a stonenAnd the tears won't even comenI feel so numbnSo swept aside, so dumbnSo dumb, so dumbnnWhen the words are wrongnAnd my patience gonenWill you tell menDoes this mean you're moving on?nnFrom the balcony, you call my namenI see you standing in the rainnYour words so dry, your face so wetnSaid I broke your heart, nBut it hasn't happened yetnI'll bet, your friends all hate me nownI get the strangest looks, nFrom that bitchy crowdnAnd though, they must thinknThey have every reason tonI guess I'm still not quite yet over younnWhen the words are wrongnAnd you're hanging onnAnother guy's armnDoes this mean you're moving on?