Oh, baby,
Oh, my darling,
Where’s the fire
In your eyes?
Is that flame
Still burning
Or are we merely
Just getting by?

Do you still love me?
Still need me?
Have to have me
By your side?
Or are we drifting,
Slowly parting and
Just getting by?

Getting by,
Getting by.
Oh, the thought
Just makes me cry.
And I can’t stand
Here waiting,
Just getting by.

Oh, darling,
Is that surprise
In your eyes?
Don’t you feel it
Or have you known
That we’re merely
Just getting by?

Getting by,
Getting by.
Oh, the thought
Just makes me cry.
And I can’t stand
Merely waiting as we’re
Just getting by.

If you don’t love me,
Baby, just tell me.
Give me the truth,
Not some pretty lie.
Because I can’t stay here,
Oh, no, I won’t,
Because, darling,
I still have my pride.

I refuse to stand here
Always waiting
If we’re merely
Just getting by.