In a second story window framed in lace
There she is again
Sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days
Darlin?with the pain
Some folks think its teardrops Me,
I think its rain

And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see
The living proof
Where do you stand?
Whats your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass
youre 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 its him
But me, I think its her

And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see
The living proof
Where do you stand?
Whats your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass
youre looking through

I turn towards the mirror
Its time to face the facts
Looking for the reason
Youre not ever coming back

And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see
The living proof
Where do you stand?
Whats your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass
youre looking through

Oh, I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass
Youre looking through