I guess I'm not foolin anyone but me.
I think I'd rather be blind than see.
I lost her love so long ago,
she's bearly a memory.
Yet I'm still pretendin,
she didn't mean a thing to me.

I still look for her in every face I see,
or maybe what I'm lookin for is me.
I'm chained to a memory,
that just won't set me free.
I guess I'm not foolin anyone but me.

I've tried to pick up the pieces of my heart.
But it ain't been easy,
the way she tore it all apart.
Somedays I can fly like an eagle,
some I come crashing down.
Somedays I think I'll survive her love,
some I'm still her clown.

But I'll keep holdin on,
and I'll keep travlin on.
I'll write every heartache,
I'll write every heartbreak,
and I'll write every teardrop in a song.