There are days when her name bounces 'round in my head like a pinball in a coffee can

There are nights when the slightest little thing can make her memory scream through like an ambulance

There's so many situations, a million little triggers

I go from moving on to "Man, I miss her"

And then it'll hit me like a black smoke-billowing midnight whistlin' runaway train

Hit me like a white foam hurricane barreling wave after crashing wave

When her memory gets the best of me, it'll really knock me down a step

But more and more, it happens less and less

Finally, stopped trying to watch our old highlight reel in my mind when I fall asleep

Not afraid what I'd say if I saw her out some night and she came up to me

I'm not all the way better, just better than I've been

It's not all the time now, just every now and then

And then it'll hit me like a black smoke-billowing midnight whistlin' runaway train

Hit me like a white foam hurricane barreling wave after crashing wave

When her memory gets the best of me, it'll really knock me down a step

But more and more, it happens less and less

Ooh, less and less

When her memory gets the best of me, it'll really knock me down a step

More and more, it happens

More and more, always happens

More and more, it happens less and less

Mmm, less and less

Ooh, less and less