So what? You packed up, picked up your love and left
I can pick up fifty channels on the tv set
I've got ten toenails I can paint a nice shade of pink
But when the fun's done in a second or two
I kinda, sorta, maybe start missin' you
So, I crank up the radio to drown out the thoughts, I think
Almost always you never cross my mind
Almost always I never cry
Every other minute, I'm strong as I can be
It's just those lonely minutes in between
But I'm doin' ok almost always