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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. SongtexteEasy chair. Watch TV. Halfway 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 Aus Songtexte Mania