It don't hurt like it did.
I can sing my song again.
It don't 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 don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep.
The moon is hanging like your hat.
The sun comes up, well I don't see
Curtains tied up like a bat.

The electric man looks good today.
Maybe not, well I'm trying hard.
Trying hard to feel that way,
The electric man's 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 don't think of you no more
Except for everyday or two.
I don't 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 don't hurt like it did, it hurts worse.
Who do I kid?

(Sheryl Crow/Jeff Trott)