On a Good Day

On a good day, the snow on the pines
Could be diamonds the way it glitters and shines
And on a good day, the steam from my cup
Rises in a ribbon like a prayer going up

And I can close my eyes and not see your smile
And I feel like myself again for a little while
And the mountains breathe, just like they did before
On a good day I don't miss you anymore

And on a good day, I can go to work
Put on the busy–ness like a well–worn shirt
And on a good day, I can dream again
Talk about the future as if talkin' 'bout a friend

And I can close my eyes and not see your smile
And I feel like myself again for a little while
And the mountains breathe, just like they did before
On a good day I don't miss you anymore

Some days the loneliness blows in like a winter squall
It feels like this ice around my heart might never thaw
And a cold wind moans inside of me
Through the empty space where you used to be

But on a good day, I saddle up again
Ride along the ridgeline where the air is sweet and thin
And I set your memory free
Like an eagle, let it soar
On a good day I don't miss you
Anymore