Six a.m.: alarm goes off
I reach where you no longer lie
But don't feel quite as lost
Everyday, I drive my truck
A little farther into work
Before your memory catches up
Radio on, I'm not afraid
I can listen to most any song
The DJ wants to play
Slow but sure, I'm comin' around
No, I'm not looking back, I'm moving on now
But I, won't go so far as to say that I'm fine
Too much of what I've felt for you remains
I'd like to believe in the healing hands of time
But the truth is I really can't say
If I'm gettin' better, or just used to the pain
End of the day head back home
Have a bite to eat and sit down in the living room alone
Easy chair, watch T.V.
Halfway through the news, I'm soundly sleeping
But I, won't go so far as to say that I'm fine
Too much of what I've felt for you remains
I'd like to believe in the healing hands of time
But the truth is I really can't say
If I'm gettin' better, or just used to the pain
No I, won't go so far as to say that I'm fine
Too much of what I've felt for you remains
I'd like to believe in the healing hands of time
But the truth is I really can't say
If I'm gettin' better, or just used to the pain
If I'm gettin' better, or just used to the pain