(ronnie bowman/greg luck)
starin out the window at the sinkin sun
another painful day is done
if i could convince myself i was over you now
i´d find a way to go on somehow

but the pain just grows stronger every day
i think of you and i´m on my way
down every lane with your hand in mine
guess i´m just not the healin´ kind

another december and the cold winds blow
and nights without you are so long
i stare at our picture through the firelight´s glow
and where you are right now i just don´t know

but the pain just grows stronger every day
i think of you and i´m on my way
down every lane with your hand in mine
guess i´m just not the healin´ kind