(Jimmy Alan StewartChuck Cannon)



He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying

He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside

A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying

And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride



They don't talk to each other

They're no longer lovers

They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying

She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her

But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying



He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening

Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold

She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend,

And says she wishes she knew what was missing

Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold



They don't talk to each other

They're no longer lovers

They won't even say the three words

That could keep love from dying

She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her

But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying



He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying