One of my favorite songs, by the Indigo Girls:

This is one of the few songs we used to do during our college sing-alongs that was not played by James Taylor, Simon (with or without Garfunkel), PP&M, or the Beatles (in various permutations). It’s the song that Brian used to drive home the “three repeats in folk music” rule with us all.

Yesterday, it came on my iPod nearly two hours into the drive home, just as I had finally reached Arlington and wanted to be home already. I turned the radio up as loud as it would go and sang along as if we were all together on a road trip.

And, really, isn’t life almost always closer to fine after you’ve belted out a favorite song than it was before it came on?

What about you? What are your closer to fine songs?