6 a.m
Alarm goes off
I reach where 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 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 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