| Song | Which Side Of The Glass |
| Artist | George Strait |
| Album | George Strait |
| 作曲 : Fred Knobloch/Dana Hunt | |
| Written:Fred J.Knobloch/Dana Hunt | |
| In a second story window framed in lace | |
| There she is again sittin' staring into space | |
| Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain | |
| Some folks think it's teardrops, but me, I think it's rain. | |
| 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. | |
| 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... |
| zuò qǔ : Fred Knobloch Dana Hunt | |
| Written: Fred J. Knobloch Dana Hunt | |
| In a second story window framed in lace | |
| There she is again sittin' staring into space | |
| Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain | |
| Some folks think it' s teardrops, but me, I think it' s rain. | |
| 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. | |
| 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... |