There's a face at the window There's a shadow on the blind A stranger's voice on the telephone And it ain't no friend of mine Two glasses on the table And a half-smoked cigarette Knowing smiles, no explanations Like all the things that you forget And there's only one way to work it out, baby Face to face, heart to heart Tell me what it really means to you Face to face, heart to heart Is there anything left that we can do We got to get this thing Get this thing in the open, face to face Oh, face to face You know that you got this whole town talking And it seems the joke's on me, yeah And they say you're always the last to know How did they hide their sympathy And there's only one way to work it out, baby Face to face, heart to heart Well, tell me what it really means to you Face to face, heart to heart Is there anything left that we can do We got to get this thing Get this thing in the open Ow! Face to face, heart to heart Tell me what it really means to you Face to face, heart to heart Is there anything left that we can do Face to face, heart to heart (Whoo-hoo...) We got to work it, work it, work it, work it out Face to face, heart to heart