(H.Cochran-V.Gosdin)

On the bed lies your pillow
It's been there since you've been gone
And in the closet, your favorite shoes
You used to wear.

And the perfume that I bought you
It still lingers everywhere
Somethin' tells me
It's not over yet.

On the nightstand is your picture
The one I've held since you've been gone
The same picture you gave to me
When we first met.

It don't hold me in return
But it says please don't forget
And it tells me
It's not over yet.

It's not over 'til the memories of you
Have all died
'Til the tears from my eyes
Have finally dried.

It's not over 'til that phone rings
And I don't reach to talk to you
And hear you tell me
It's not over yet.

It's not over 'til that phone rings
And I don't reach to talk to you
And hear you tell me
It's not over yet.

And hear you tell me
It's not over yet...