Six a.m., alarm goes off.
I reach where you no longer lay
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 commin` 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.
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.
If I`m gettin` better or just used to the pain.