Well, I see you still remember our old number

No there's no one here but me tonight

And I guess you're gonna talk about your problems

In your never-ending search for your Miss Right

Well, you say them single bars are awful crowded

With all the fools, the fashions and the fads

And 'tween the pick-up lines

The cheap wine and the losers

Sometimes you almost want what we once had

Yeah, you think you've got it bad

Try getting over you

If you want somethin' hard to do

I can't believe you'd call me up

Just to say you've got it rough

You haven't got a clue

Try getting over you

It's another Friday night with all its troubles

Where to go and who'll be waitin' there

'Cause you've got to meet another naive stranger

And find the words to make her think you care

Lord, the burden that you wear

Try getting over you

If you want somethin' hard to do

I can't believe you'd call me up

Just to say you've got it rough

Well you haven't got a clue

Try standin' in my place

Where the tears roll down your face

Come and take one bitter taste

Of the hell I'm goin' through

Try getting over you

Try standin' in my place

Where the tears roll down your face

Come and take one bitter taste

Of the hell I'm goin' through

Try getting over you

Try getting over you

Try getting over you