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