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 Communication's lost Can't even get you on the telephone Don't want to 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 Now you say you're not getting enough Then I remind you of all that bad stuff Well tell me what am I supposed to do Just put a bandaid on it And stop the bleeding now Stop the bleeding now I know I hurt you then But that was way back when And do you still have to carry that cross Don't want to talk about it I'm losing you I'm losing you I'm losing you I'm losing you