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   Communications lost   Can't even get you on the telephone   Don't wanna 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      You say you're not getting enough   That I remind you of all that bad stuff   Well, tell me what am I supposed to do?      I just put a band-aid on it   And stop the bleeding now   And stop the bleeding now      I know I hurt you then   But it was way back when   And do you still have to carry that cross?      Don't wanna talk about it   I'm losing you, I'm losing you   I'm losing you, I'm losing you   I'm losing you, I'm losing you