Six am alarm goes off I reach for you no longer lying
But don't feel quite so lost
Every-day I drive my truck
A little further into work before your memory catches up
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 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 use to the pain
End of day, head back home
Have a bite to eat and then sit down in the living room alone
Easy chair, watch t.v.
Half way through the news I'm soundly sleep-ing but I
Won't go so far as to say that I'm fine
Too much of what I felt for you remains
I 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 use to the pain
Won't go so far as to say that I'm fine
Too much of what I felt for you remains
I 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 use to the pain
If I'm getting better or just use to the pain