Well if he still remember our old number No there's no one here but me tonight And I guess you're gonna talk about your problems And 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 To the pick up lines and cheap wine and the losers Sometimes you almost want what we once had No you think you've got it bad Try getting over you If you want somethin' hard to do I can't believe you called me up Just to say you got it rough You haven't got a clue Try getting over you It's another Friday night with all it's troubles Where to go and who'll be waitin' there But you got to meet another naive stranger The problem was to make her think you care Or the burden that you wear Try getting over you If you want somethin' hard to do I can't believe you called me up Just to say you 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