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).