George Strait - Which Side of the Glass lyrics
[George Strait - Which Side of the Glass lyrics]
In a second story window, framed in lace
There she is again
Sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days
Dealing with the pain
Some folks think it's teardrops, me
I think it's rain
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
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
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
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
There she is again
Sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days
Dealing with the pain
Some folks think it's teardrops, me
I think it's rain
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
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
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
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