From the recording Almost Good Enough


ALMOST GOOD ENOUGH You take the high road I find my way home You're always saying something that rhymes With my loss of hope And we go running It's almost frightening The way we're sketching circles Of our lives in this city Oh we're the great pretenders We're the best at it All you see Is almost good enough to believe So believe it You better need it These days I'm shaking With every conversation People making up things I'm certain Will soon be forgotten What the hell's the problem With finding something sacred Staying in tune with what's illusion And what's the best intention Oh but we're the great pretenders And there's nothing wrong with it