It seems half of what I see   was only meant to be   for someone else   but it aint me   I don't believe in much fate   well maybe some of the time      Now the other half I found   while messing around   with my own intuition,   on my own steady ground   I work with what I will   and I work with what I've got      You know stealing is appealing,   but a thief I'm not      It seems half of what I find   is only for a peaceful mind   That I never wanted,   Is that such a crime?   I like to struggle in my day   well maybe some of the time      Now the other half I found   on someone else's ground   Right where it belongs,   Complacently sound   I work with what I will,   and I work with what I've got      You know stealing is appealing,   but a thief I'm not      Sometimes even steady ground   has the tendency to crumble   or so I've found   but maybe it's different   maybe this time   I'll find my own reflection   and we'll walk that line