Most of the Time

I wish the following words were mine, but alas they are not. They do however resonate with me, somewhere, somehow, and I'd like to share them here, today, with you.

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
I can stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever I stumble upon
I don't even notice that he'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 him
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 his lips felt like on mine
Most of the time

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

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