Most of the time — Bob Dylan

Date: Fri, 29 Sep 95 16:11:18 EDT From: Winston Campbell <[email protected]> Subject: MOST OF THE TIME by Bob Dylan

Most of the Time (from -Oh Mercy-)

Most of the time, I~m okay, focused all around Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right with it When the road unwinds I can handle whatever I stumble upon I don~t even notice, she 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 magic I can hold my own I can deal with this 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 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 ever with her

Most of the time, I~m half ways 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 are buried inside I don~t compromise and I don~t pretend I don~t even care if I ever see her again Most of the time