| When you can look at her picture and not wanna kiss her no more,
|
| when you don’t feel like you’ve been hit by a train at the sound of her name no
|
| more
|
| when you can drive down the road and not be afraid of what’s being played on
|
| the radio…
|
| That’s when you’ll know it’s over
|
| That’s when you’ve made it
|
| over to the other side, ready for another ride
|
| That’s when you’ll know it’s over
|
| When the time of the year don’t stir up any tears anymore
|
| when it don’t feel like the past is a gun and there’s nowhere to run anymore
|
| when it don’t take every bone to not dial her number just leave her alone
|
| that’s when you know it’s over
|
| that’s when you know you’ve made it
|
| over to the other side, ready for another ride
|
| that’s when you know it’s over
|
| When you wouldn’t go back, even if you could
|
| when hearing' she’s happy, finally feels good
|
| that’s when you know it’s over
|
| that’s when you know you’ve made it
|
| over to the other side, ready for another ride
|
| that’s when you know it’s over
|
| That’s when you’ll know it’s over |