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 think I'll seem like a cat 
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 ballory
I come to your door and I hear a moan 
And another voice say, "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?