| Most Of The Time
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| Most of the time
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| I’m clear focused all around,
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| Most of the time
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| I can keep both feet on the ground,
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| I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
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| Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
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| I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
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| I don’t even notice she’s gone,
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| Most of the time.
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| Most of the time
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| It’s well understood,
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| Most of the time
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| I wouldn’t change it if I could,
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| I can’t make it all match up, I can hold my own,
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| I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
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| I can survive, I can endure
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| And I don’t even think about her
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| Most of the time.
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| Most of the time
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| My head is on straight,
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| Most of the time
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| I’m strong enough not to hate.
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| I don’t build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
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| I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
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| I can smile in the face of mankind.
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| Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
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| Most of the time.
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| Most of the time
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| She ain’t even in my mind,
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| I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
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| She’s that far behind.
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| Most of the time
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| I can’t even be sure
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| If she was ever with me Or if I was with her.
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| Most of the time
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| I’m halfway content,
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| Most of the time
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| I know exactly where I went,
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| I don’t cheat on myself, I don’t run and hide,
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| Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
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| I don’t compromised and I don’t pretend,
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| I don’t even care if I ever see her again
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| Most of the time. |