Used to the Pain by Tracy Lawrence

6 a.m alarm goes off
I reach for 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 catches 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.