I walk around from room to room
I pick things up and put them down
It's automatic by now
But that don't matter anyhow
Because my thoughts are somewhere else
As I pass by that empty shelf
I keep your picture in my mind
Got nothing else left of you
Search my house, I swear you'll find
Not a thing I got from you
But I can feel it, there's a space
In my mind, I see your face
It won't go
It won't go
I take a drive to get away
The radio has lots to say
It keeps the static in my brain
Until I feel I'll go insane
But that's still better than the truth
Alternatives that I refuse
I keep your picture in my mind...
I finished off that cheap red wine
Flipped through some channels and a book
No more excuses, too much time
I close my eyes and take a look
I keep your picture in my mind...
