New Mexico
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside
A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying
And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride
They don't talk to each other
They're no longer lovers
They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying
She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening
Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold
She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend,
And says she wishes she knew what was missing
Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold
They don't talk to each other
They're no longer lovers
They won't even say the three words
That could keep love from dying
She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
Novo México
Ele tá no bar, e ela tá no quarto chorando
Ele acha que vai afogar toda a dor que tá sentindo por dentro
Um rio de lágrimas tá levando embora cada razão dela pra tentar
E a distância entre eles é silêncio, raiva e orgulho
Eles não se falam mais
Não são mais amantes
Nem dizem as três palavras que poderiam salvar o amor
Ela precisa de um ombro, ele precisa abraçá-la
Mas ele tá no bar, e ela tá no quarto chorando
Ele conta pro bartender seus problemas e agradece por ouvir
Depois pede mais uísque pra ter algo quente pra segurar
Ela pega o telefone e liga pra uma amiga,
E diz que gostaria de saber o que tá faltando
Ambos perguntam pras pessoas erradas por que o amor deles tá esfriando
Eles não se falam mais
Não são mais amantes
Nem dizem as três palavras
Que poderiam salvar o amor
Ela precisa de um ombro, ele precisa abraçá-la
Mas ele tá no bar, e ela tá no quarto chorando
Ele tá no bar, e ela tá no quarto chorando