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 ....