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 yawns (???)
I can handle whatever i stumble upon
and i don't even notice that shes gone
most of the time

most of the time
its 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 a situation
right down to the bone
and 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 am strong enough not to hate
and i don't build up illusion
until it makes me sick
and i ain't afraid of confusion
no matter how thick
and i can smile
in the face of mankind
i don't even remember
what her lips felt like on mine
most of the time

most of the time
she ain't even on my mind
wouldn't know her if i saw her
shes that far behind
most of the time
i can't even be sure
if she was ever with me
or if i was ever with her
most of the time

most of the time
i'm halfway content
most of the time
i know exactly where it all went
and i don't cheat on myself
i don't run and hide
hide from the feelings
that i've buried inside
and idon't compromise
and i don't pretend
and i don't really care
if i ever see her again
most of the time

She calls herself fuzzy