And the funny thing is, it has no end
I try to call you up, at 2am
In a crowded bar, your ringer tones
Grab my mind

I can see you through the phone,
The phone, the phone
And I´m 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

Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street
And the cars fly through the Bowery
I come to your door and I hear a moan
Then another voice, so Christ, she´s not alone
Alone, alone
And my heart sinks like a stone
A stone, a stone
And 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
Said 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 though, 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?