When your only friends are hotel rooms, it’s hard to be the better man.
You said that you could but you don’t understand
I told you from the start
I’m only going to break your heart.

And it’s not a cry you can hear at night
Now it’s just a bar fight
I haven’t heard a thing you’ve said
In at least a couple hundred days
I can see clearly now
We were the victims of ourselves
Leave the bourbon on the shelf.

As you see there’s no one around
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
This is the sound
This is the art of breaking

You’ve lost that loving feeling
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming
Don’t wake me ‘cause I’m dreaming
Don’t try to wake me up
I need a doctor
Call 911 now.