| I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall
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| I can hear the faucet dripin in the kitchen down the hall
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| I just sit here wishin' there was something I could say
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| To the one that I keep missing every night and every day
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| There’s things you learn to live with now that’s all I ever do
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| But I’ll never get used to living without you
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| Now I got used to tenderness, we would hold each other tight
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| And I got used to happiness we’d make love day and night
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| And I’ll get used to mornings eating breakfast all alone
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| Sitting in the evenings when there’s no one else at home
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| There’s things you learn to live with now that’s all I ever do
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| But I’ll never get used to living without you
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| Without you, the sun still rises, without you, the rivers run
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| I thought by now that I’d be realizing what’s done is done
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| I accept the notion that theres things we can’t control
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| Like the changing of the seasons or the fact we’re growing old
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| I know I’m the reason that you had to go away
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| I will keep believing that’s the price we had to pay
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| There’s things you learn to live with now that’s all I ever do
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| But I’ll never get used to living without you
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| Oh there’s things you learn to live with now that’s all I ever do
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| But I’ll never get used to living without you
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| There’s things you learn to live with now that’s all I ever do
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| But I’ll never get used to living without you |