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