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