(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Marty Dodson/Ron Harbin)
You would think by now
I could face the fact
You're not here and you not coming back
But instead I go on
And let myself pretend
Guess somehow deep down,I'm convinced
What I feel,can't be real
That's what I tell myself
It's a dream,this kind of thing
Only happens to someone else
I don't wanna believe you're gone
Some things are true
Believe it or not
I still leave the light on
On the chance you'll drop by
I still park on my side of the drive
Every night I make sure
That your alarm is set
I still turn down your side of the bed
What I feel,can't be real
That's what I tell myself