And the funny thing is it has no end   I try to call you up, at 2am   In a crowded bar, your ringer tones   Grab my mind      I can see you through the phone,   The phone, the phone   And I'm wide awake at home   At home, at home   So think I'll seem like a cat   And hope you don't catch   The bourbon on my breath   My breath, my breath      Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street   And the cars fly through the ballory   I come to your door and I hear a moan   And another voice say, "Christ, she's not alone"   Alone, alone   And my heart sinks like a stone   A stone, a stone   And the tears won't even come   I feel so numb   So swept aside, so dumb   So dumb, so dumb      When the words are wrong   And my patience gone   Will you tell me   Does this mean you're moving on?      From the balcony, you call my name   I see you standing in the rain   Your words so dry, your face so wet   Said I broke your heart,   But it hasn't happened yet   I'll bet, your friends all hate me now   I get the strangest looks,   From that bitchy crowd   And though, they must think   They have every reason to   I guess I'm still not quite yet over you      When the words are wrong   And you're hanging on   Another guy's arm   Does this mean you're moving on?