Crd | Frm | |
G | 320003 | |
F | 113211 | |
C | x32010 | |
D | xx0232 |
6 a.[G]m. Alarm goes [F]off I [C]reach where you no longer lie But [F]don't feel quite as [G]lost. Everyday, I drive my [F]truck A little [C]farther into work before your [F]memory catchs [G]up. The radio on. I'm not [F]afraid. I can [C]listen to most any song The [F]DJ wants to [G]play. Slow but sure, I'm coming a[F]round No [C]I'm not looking back I'm moving on now. But I [G]won't go so [F]far as to [C]say That I'm [G]fine. Too [F]much of what I [C]felt for you re[G]mains. I'd [G]like to be[F]lieve in the [C]healing hands of [G]time But the [F]truth is I [C]really can't [D]say if I'm getting [F]better or just [C]used to the [G]pain. End of the day Head back [F]home. Have a [C]bite to eat Then sit down in the [F]living room a[G]lone. Easy chair. Watch [F]TV. [C]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. But I [G]won't go so [F]far as to [C]say That I'm [G]fine. Too [F]much of what I [C]felt for you re[G]mains. I'd [G]like to be[F]lieve in the [C]healing hands of [G]time But the [F]truth is I [C]really can't [D]say if I'm getting [F]better or just [C]used to the [G]pain. |