Inte tillägnat någon speciell

Har gått och haft en låt lite på hjärnan. Hade en vag känsla av att texten var riktigt bra (som ju så ofta är fallet när upphovsmannen är Bob Dylan). Så, alla losers in love, håll till godo:

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 sign
Stay right with it
And the road unwinds

I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don't even notice
That 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 ever with her

Most of the time
I'm halfways 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 dont even care
If I ever see her again
Most of the time