Six AM, alarm goes off, I reach for you no longer lying but don't feel quite as lost
Everyday, I drive my truck, a little farther into work before your memory catches up
The Radio on, I'm not afraid, I can listen to most any song the D.J. wants to play
Slow but sure, I'm coming 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 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 getting better or just used to the pain
End of day, head back home, have a bite to eat and then sit down in the living room alone