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

Staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely One of us is only Waiting for a call One of us had to go One of us is crying One of us is lying In her lonely bed