Not Even Close - Tim Finn

I’ve been walking the straight line

Living in my best friend’s pocket

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

We fill up stolen hours,

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