I’m going shopping.  I’m going to buy a CD – I’ll have to wait til next week when Bob Dylan’s new one is released but for now you can listen to it for free.  Go – listen – quick.  It will be officially released October 7.  Go here.

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’t make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, 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 ’till 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 I 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.

Some thirty odd years ago, a scrawny girl in blue jeans, sitting on a rickety dock looking out over wind beaten grey waves, arms wrapped around bony knees – just trying to figure it all out with a Bob Dylan song playing in her head.

Some thirty odd years later, a slightly worn, definitely not scrawny woman still has some of the same questions and Bob Dylan makes me smell the lake wind and hear the sea gulls again.

Sing me to sleep Bob, no more thinking tonight, just dreaming.