Most Of The Time

Most of the time while I'm here cryinI think of how nice it would be If we two could be back, dear, again together And forget the troubles that have set us free I think of doin' things but I'd be sorry I'm tryin' to find somebody new I think of lots of things to ease my sorrow But most of the time I think of you Most of the time I can't help wondering It may be you're out with someone new You wouldn't, if you knew how much it hurt me When I think that someone else is holdin' you Most of the time I'm so lonely The rest of the time I'm so blue Part of my time I spend in slumber