One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all They passed me by, all of those great romances You were, I felt,

Staring at the ceiling One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed Wishing she was somewhere else instead They passed me by, all of those great romances It's as if you're robbing me, of my rightful chances My picture clear, everything