Busy Not Crying      Well I'm busy not crying and I'm too tied up to care   Not thinking 'bout her is a 24-hour affair   I can't weep, I can't worry   My whole life's just a hustle and hurry   Busy not crying over somebody that ain't there.      Early each morning I roll out of bed   Jumping all around and shaking my head   Trying to steer clear of the things she left behind   There's a pink pair of slippers and a coffee cup   One I can't fill, one not to fill up   Any more not to do and I think I'm gonna lose my mind      Moving each day at a mighty quick pace   But my heart stays in the same sad place   Nothing that heavy could ever catch up to me   It takes all the fuel I can fit in my car   To ride around the spots where the memories are   And it's a full-blown chore overlooking what's plain to see