Which Side Of The Glass

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...