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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 |
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I can read the sign |
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Stay right with it when the road unwinds |
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I can handle whatever |
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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 it's well understood |
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Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could |
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I can make it all match up |
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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 and 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 my head is on straight |
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Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate |
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I don't build up illusion 'til 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 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 I can even be sure |
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If she was ever with me |
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Or if I was ever with her |
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Most of the time I'm halfway content |
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Most of the time I know exactly where it 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 compromise 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. |
