Used to You

That old phone of mine, 2:39

A.M. when I got the call

Half asleep

Thought it was a dream

But it wasn’t after all

That old dog of yours

Sitting on the porch

Waits for you to come home

Little does he know

That you won’t

Be walking through that door

I just leave him alone

'Cause letting go don’t come that easily

Most of the time, I can get by

It’s just a little hard on me

But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours

Sitting out in the drive

I’m getting used to you not being there

At church on Sunday night

I’m getting used to the radio playing

Without you singing along

But I’ll never get used to you being gone

That old rocking chair

Sitting over there

Well, it don’t rock no more

And that old six string

Ain't played a thing

Been awhile since it’s hummed a chord

I just leave 'em alone, 'cause letting go

Don’t come that easily

Most of the time

I can get by

It’s just a little hard on me

But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours

Sitting out in the drive

I’m getting used to you not being there

At church on Sunday night

I’m getting used to the radio playing

Without you singing along

But I’ll never get used to you being gone

There’s a lot of things in this ol' world I can stand

But when it comes to losing you

I just can’t

Yeah, I’m getting used to that old truck of yours

Sitting out in the drive

I’m getting used to you not being there

At church on Sunday night

I’m getting used to the radio playing

Without you singing along

But I'll never get used to

No, I’ll never get used to you being gone

Yeah, being gone

Oh, I’m never getting used to you being gone