Lyrics:

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