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 it抯 teardrops Me,
I think it抯 rain

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

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

I turn towards the mirror
It抯 time to face the facts
Looking for the reason
You抮e not ever coming back

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

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