Out Of The Blues (Perfection)

She was nonplussed, standing at the newsstand

(she doesn't understand)

But all the stories seemed to be known beforehand

(she just can't understand)

She always plays the same tape when she goes to bed

And sings along the lullaby inside her head

She always wears makeup to really go nowhere

And she talks when nobody is there

Her best friend is but an old and apathetic cat

(she doesn't mind about that)

When they announced the wedding,

She rushed out the door and spat

(she did mind about that)

She hates following soap operas

But just can't help it

She goes to places,

Then she sits down to yelp it

Solitary dinners had by candle light

As she enjoys every saturday night

Yes, perfection is but a word

The illusion of a gaoled bird

Whose cage just isn't there

No, it's not beyond the reach of sight

There's no tunnel at whose end there's light

But it is no reason for despair

It's growing up

No why to be scared

He was boycotting another us-sponsored event

(he said he knew what it meant)

His landlord's just come over

And asked for the rent

(the money was misspent)

His old man was given life without parole

His son is really into playing rock and roll

His wife's gone and left behind but her scent

There are things one just can't prevent

[chorus]

You trust your friends

But they are never there in need

(is it a matter of creed?)

The rose is really pretty

But the thorns can make you bleed

(it sometimes hurts indeed)

You can't stand living in that noisy street

You think your boss is nice,

But maybe a bit too sweet

Your neighbours' grass is not so greener after all