Which Side Of The Glass — George Strait

In a second story window framed in lace There she is again Sitting staring into space Thinking back to better days Darlin?with the pain Some folks think itжЉЇ teardrops Me, I think itжЉЇ rain

And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? WhatжЉЇ your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass youжЉ®e 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 itжЉЇ him But me, I think itжЉЇ her

And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? WhatжЉЇ your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass youжЉ®e looking through

I turn towards the mirror ItжЉЇ time to face the facts Looking for the reason YouжЉ®e not ever coming back

And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? WhatжЉЇ your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass youжЉ®e looking through

Oh, I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass YouжЉ®e looking through