(George Richey/Billy Sherrill/Tammy Wynette)

I'll need time,
To get you off my mind
And I may sometimes bother you;
Try to be in touch with you
Even ask too much of you from time to time

Now and then,
Lord you know I'll need a friend
'Til I get used to losing you,
Let me keep on using you
'Til I can make it on my own

I'll get by,
But no matter how I try,
There'll be times you know I'll call
Chances are my tears will fall,
And I'll have no pride at all, from time to time

But they say,
Oh, there'll be a brighter day
But 'til then I'll lean on you,
That's all I mean to do
'Til I can make it on my own

Surely someday I'll look up and see the morning sun,
Without another lonely night behind me
Then I'll know I'm over you and all my crying's done
No more hurtin' memories can find me

But 'til then,
Lord, you know I'm gonna need a friend
'Til I get used to losing you,
Let me keep on using you
'Til I can make it on my own

'Til I can make it on my own