perfect place

recession a perfect fit

makes no difference where he sits

not since they cut the ties

put some sadness in his eye

promises come and go

soak the sun in drifts of snow

a qualified butt-collector

working for the private sector. he's seen them go

without a trace

this could be it

the perfect place

they took the plans from up my sleeve

by an architect

on new years eve

there it goes

a new bronze tower

washed away with an april shower

he's seen them go

without a trace

this could be it

the perfect place

but when you've gone

i'm still here the only one

my eyes and my ears

will be here 'til i'm gone

and it's still the perfect place

to rest a tired and weary face

and it's still the perfect place

to lose your soul with a trace

a lived-in face with a root

of matted hair

a smiling tooth

a dirty hand he picks his nose

scratches underneath his clothes

he's seen them go

without a trace

this could be it

the perfect place

he's seen them go

without a trace

this must be it.