And the funny thing is it has no end   I try to call you up at 2 a.m.   In a crowded bar your ringer tones   Crowd my mind   I can see you through the phone, the phone, the phone   Lying wide awake at home, at home, at home   So I think I'll see my coquette, and hope, you don't   Catch the bourbon on my breath, my breath, my breath      I catch a cab outside on 7th Street   And the cars fly by through the Bowery   I come to your door and I hear a moan   Then another voice. "oh Christ, she's not alone, alone, alone"   And my heart sinks like a stone, a stone, a stone   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   You say 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 through 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?