There's something wrong
With the picture  
That I've come to accept
As a fixture
Is all going down
The same old road

And hanging from a nail
That too is crooked
And I know... That I
Will never be able
To straighten it out
And make it stay...
... Because it was made that way
Because it was made that way

I came to accept... That...
Imperfections
Are just part... of the bigger picture

Nothing is perfect
Until
You decide it is
What it is you find
So appealing...
As it reaches into those
Obscure recesses of your mind

That's when it tells you and tells you
If you're wrong or if you're right
About all those things you see at night
When you're trying... to find
Your  way down into that sleep

So you try...
... to keep
Everything in its place
But it's such an old old race
You try to keep to keep up the pace

That you tried to set for yourself
When you didn't know how far you had to go
How far you had to be
Before you could find the door
That could let you let you go
beyond

Beyond those places where you can see
That sometimes pictures hang crookedly
Go out there in that big old world
You'll find that is just the way
It will always be
Imperfections... shouldn't bother you a bit
Like that picture hanging on the wall... crookedly
It really comes down to how you look at it

Nothing is perfect
Until you find and decide
It is what it is that you find
So appealing as it reaches
Into the recesses of your mind