Almost

It was almost April.
We were almost young.
Almost every love song
Tasted sweet upon the tongue.
We were almost careful.
You were almost wise.
I was almost perfect in your eyes.
Maybe we were foolish.
Maybe we were blind,
To leave all thoughts of common sense
And caution far behind.
But somehow in the fever
Of that fierce and fiery night,
You and I, we almost got it right.
REFRAIN
But nothing's ever perfect.
This is what we learn.
Love survives on compromise
And tables always turn.
Tables always turn
Now sometimes in the evening
When lights are low
We share some sighs.
We sympathize.
We come to know
To make it through
The smooth times and the rough,
Maybe, sometimes, almost is enough.
REFRAIN
But nothing's ever perfect.

This is what we learn.
Love survives on compromise
And tables always turn.
Now, sometimes in the evening
When lights are low
We share some sighs.
We sympathize.
We come to know
To make it through
The smooth times and the rough,
Maybe, sometimes, almost is enough.
Oh, yes, absolutely
Almost is enough.
It was almost April.