(Jim Lauderdale/Frank Dycus)Normally, I go through each day like everything is fineTill they ask if I still love you, I said noIt’s been a whole week now, since I told myself that same old lieSometimes, it hits me so hard, I wanna lay down and crySometimes, there’s nothing to do but think of youSometimes, it drives me right out of my mindI’m almost to the point of finding that it’s no useI always want to see you sometimesUsually, I try to sleep at night, like I never caredBut I’m always waking up and looking aroundAt the empty room that’s telling me you’re still really goneWell, I don’t need a bad dream telling me what’s wrongSometimes, there’s nothing to do but think of youSometimes, it drives me right out of my mindI’m almost to the point of finding that it’s no useI always want to see you sometimesSometimes, there’s nothing to do but think of youSometimes, it drives me right out of my mindI’m almost to the point of finding that it’s no useI always want to see you sometimesSometimes, there’s nothing to do but think of youSometimes, it drives me right out of my mindI’m almost to the point of finding that it’s no use