The Healing Kind

Staring out the window at the sinking 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 everyday I think of you and I'm on my way Down memory lane with your hand in mine Guess, I'm just not the healing 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 And the pain just grows stronger everyday I think of you and I'm on my way Down memory lane with your hand in mine Guess, I'm just not the healing kind Yes, I'm just not the healing kind --- The Healing Kind - Ronnie Bowman