Here in some stranger's roomnLate in the afternoonnWhat am I doing here at all?nAin't no doubt about itnI'm losing younnSomehow the wires have crossednCommunication's lostnCan't even get you on the telephonenJust got to shout about itnI'm losing younnHere in the valley of indecisionnI don't know what to donI feel you slipping awaynI feel you slipping awaynI'm losing younI'm losing younnYou say you're not getting enoughnBut I remind you of all that bad stuffnSo what the hell am I supposed to do?nJust put a band-aid on it?nAnd stop the bleeding nownStop the bleeding nownnI know I hurt you thennBut that was way back whennAnd well, do you still have to carry that cross?nDon't want to hear about itnI'm losing younI'm losing you