The Healing Kind

The Healing Kind
Lee Ann Womack
Starin' out the window at the sinkin' sun
Another painful day is done
If I could convince myself I was over you now
I'd find a way to go on somehow

But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I 'm just not the healing kind

Another December and the cold wind blows
And nights without you are so long
I stare at our picture through the firelight's glow
And where you are right now I just don't know

But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm just not the healing kind.
Guess I'm just not the healing kind.