At 6 am, alarm goes off I reach for 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
The radio on, I'm not afraid I can listen to most any song That DJ 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 the day, head back home Have a bite to eat then sit down In the living room alone Easy chair, watch TV Half way 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 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
No 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 If I'm getting better or just used to the painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
