Close Most of the Time - Rhett Miller

I had a run from seventeen to twenty-five

That was pretty good

I gave up on college life

Moved back to the neighborhood

Got a 1969

White Ranchero almost-ran

Got a girl who didn’t mind

When I withdrew she’d understand

I was broke then

But unbroken

Desperate by design

Don’t always get it right

But I’m close

Most of the time

Twenty-five to twenty-nine

I was makin' it, I was miserable

I moved out by the «Hollywood» sign

Lived alone though the house was full

I got a 1993

Yellow stick-shift run-around

I got a girl who didn’t get me

When I withdrew, she’d put me down

Heartbroken

But still hopin'

Love would fall in line

Don’t always get it right

But I’m close

Most of the time

Don’t always get it right

But I’m close

Most of the time

Just when I’d given up on my good fortune

Damn near despaired of finding you

You come 'round with all your complications

And said «Boy, you’re broken.

Let’s see what we can do»

Let’s see what we can do

Twenty-nine to present-day

We wound up with a family

Said goodbye to loneliness

When I withdraw, you come to me

I’m broken

We’re all broken

We just keep on trying

Don’t always get it right

But I’m close

Most of the time

And I

Don’t always get it right

But I’m close

Most of the time

Most of the time

Most of the time

Most of the time