I'm losing you

Here in some stranger's room Late in the afternoon What am I doing here at all? Ain't no doubt about it I'm loosing you I'm loosing you Somehow the wires got crossed Communication's lost Can't even get you on the telephone Just got to shout about it I'm loosing you I'm loosing you Here in the valley of indecision I don't know what to do I feel you slipping away I feel you slipping away I'm loosing you I'm loosing you I'm loosing you I'm loosing you You say you're not getting enough But I remind you of all that bad, bad, bad stuff So what the hell am I supposed to do? (Hey) Just put a band-aid on it, and stop the bleeding now Stop the bleeding now I'm loosing you, I'm loosing you I'm loosing you, I'm loosing you I'm loosing you, I'm loosing you I'm loosing you