not over you

dreams, that's where i have to go, to see your beautiful face anymore, i stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio, hope, hope there's a conversation, we both admit we had it good, but until then it's alienation, i know, that much is understood, and i realize, if you ask me how i'm doing, i would say i'm doing just fine, i would lie and say that you're not on my mind, but i go out and i sit down at a table set for two, and finally i'm forced to face the truth, no matter what i say i'm not over you, not over you, damn, damn boy, you do it well, and i thought you were innocent, you took this heart and put it through hell, but still you're magnificent, i, i'm a boomerang, and don't matter how you throw me, i turn around and i'm back in the game, even better than the old me, but i'm not even close without you, if you ask me how i'm doing, i would say i'm doing just fine, i would lie and say that you're not on my mind, but i go out and i sit down at a table set for two, and finally i'm forced to face the truth, no matter what i say i'm not over you, and if i had the chance to renew, you know there isn't a thing i wouldn't do, i could get back on the right track, but only if you'd be convinced, so until then. if you ask me how i'm doing, i would say i'm doing just fine, i would lie and say that you're not on my mind, but i go out and i sit down at a table set for two, and finally i'm forced to face the truth, no matter what i say i'm not over you