Not Even Close - Tim Finn
I've been walking the straight line
Living in my best friend's pocket
I've been looking at my life
All the time all the time
How can I do my work
Always looking over my shoulder
When everything
Falls apart
When you make a false start
Then you
Can't turn the pages
And you can't find the door
When you're
Nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Ohh ohh
We fill up every hour
Hunger for the touch of money
Building crooked towers
On the faultline faultline
When I came running to you
I was following the light from a dead star
When everything
Falls apart
When you meet a false heart
Then you
Can't turn the pages
And you
Can't find the door
When you're
Nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Ohh ohh
Weave me a rope
From this dark despair from this dull eyed pain
Can't turn the pages
Weave me a rope
From this endless night from this distant shore
Can't find the door
Weave me a rope that will pull me through
These impossible times
I've been walking the straight line
Mm
Been looking at my life
Ohh
When everything
Falls apart
When you make a false start
Then you can't turn the pages
And you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Ohh
And you
Can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Ohh ah
Not even close
Not even close
Ahh
Oh not even close
