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