Wrapped are you in shiny cellophane materialism riding are you on the highrise lift of yuppiedom
sporting the scars of success which your hungry heart desires,

You sleep alone, yes sleep alone on a bed of regrets, yes, you sleep alone on a bed of regrets.

chorus

And I could have been yours, yes I could have been yours, could have been yours, I was
and I could have been yours, could have been yours, I was

And at night you close the curtains to the stars' view above
Do you remember another skylight and the whisperings of true eternal love?

And does your heart still swell to Earl Klugh and Beethoven, or do you sleep alone, yes sleep alone, on a bed of regrets or do you sleep alone, yes sleep alone on a bed of regrets

(repeat chorus twice)