[Verse 1]
In a second story window, framed in lace
There she is again, sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days, dealing with the pain
Some folks think it's teardrops, me, I think it's rain

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
I turn towards the mirror
It's time to face the facts
Looking for the reason
You're not ever coming back
[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through