Text: Bob Dylan. Oh Mercy. Most of The Time.

Most of the time, I'm clear focused all around
Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path, I can read the signs
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever, I stumble upon
I don't even notice she's gone, most of the time

Most of the time, it's well understood
Most of the time, I wouldn't change it if I could
I can make it all match up, I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don't even think about her, most of the time

Most of the time, my head is on straight
Most of the time, I'm strong enough not to hate
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine, most of the time

Most of the time, she ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know her if I saw her, she's that far behind
Most of the time, I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me, or if I was with her

Most of the time, I'm halfway content
Most of the time, I know exactly where we all went
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside
I don't compromised and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see her again, most of the time