It dont hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again.
It dont hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again.

I scraped the paper off the wall.
I put down carpet in the hall.
I left no trace of you at all.
And I can sing my song again.

I dont dream cuz I dont sleep.
The moon is hanging like your hat.
The sun comes up, well I dont see
Curtains tied up like a bat.

The electric man looks good today.
Maybe not, well Im trying hard.
Trying hard to feel that way,
The electric mans a good place to start.

Took your paintings off the wall.
That one of me that you called doll.
I added on cuz the house was feeling small.
Now I can sing my song again.

I dont think of you no more
Except for everyday or two.
I dont think of you no more
Except for in between the sun and moon.

Packed up and moved out after all.
Bulldozed the house and watched it fall.
That blessed sight I still recall
I can sing my song again
I can sing my song again

It dont hurt like it did, it hurts worse.
Who do I kid?

(sheryl crow/jeff trott)