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, a pixies 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...