6 a.m 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 catchs up
The radio on, I'm not afraid
I can listen to most any song the 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 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 pain