作曲 : Fred Knobloch/Dana Hunt Written：Fred J.Knobloch/Dana Hunt In a second story window framed in lace There she is again sittin' staring into space Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain Some folks think it's teardrops, but me, I think it's rain. There it is the cold hard truth So plain to see the living proof Where do you stand? What's your point of view? I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through. Beneath a neon chandelier he leans on polished oak And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs Some folks think it's him, but me, I think it's her. There it is the cold hard truth So plain to see the living proof Where do you stand? what's your point of view? I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through. I turn towards the mirror It's time to face the facts Looking for the reason You're not ever coming back. And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see the living proof Where do you stand? What's your point of view? I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through. Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through...
作曲 : Fred Knobloch/Dana Hunt Written：Fred J.Knobloch/Dana Hunt In a second story window framed in lace There she is again sittin' staring into space Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain Some folks think it's teardrops, but me, I think it's rain. There it is the cold hard truth So plain to see the living proof Where do you stand? What's your point of view? I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through. Beneath a neon chandelier he leans on polished oak And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs Some folks think it's him, but me, I think it's her. There it is the cold hard truth So plain to see the living proof Where do you stand? what's your point of view? I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through. I turn towards the mirror It's time to face the facts Looking for the reason You're not ever coming back. And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see the living proof Where do you stand? What's your point of view? I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through. Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through...
