Used To The Pain

At 6 am, 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 catches up The radio on, I'm not afraid I can listen to most any song That 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 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