perfect forty-two
Well looking in a mirror, looking real cute
Being measured for your birthday suit.
Tailor says "Forty-three is perfect for you."
Life says, "Tomorrow you'll be a forty-two."
Perfect is as perfect does.
Forty-three is as it always was.
Some things are hard to keep.
Change can cut really deep.
Tape measure eyes never blink.
Escaping their distance allows you to think.
Calculating mind makes you come out round,
Bends Mother Nature from the head on down.
Wake up in the night, hold on tight
To bits and pieces that seem just right.
But in the day they are so far away.
Seems there’s no way they were meant to stay.
Perfect is as perfect does.
Forty-three is as it always was.
Some things are hard to keep.
Change can cut really deep.
A dog is smiling, running on virgin snow.
I ask myself what does that dog know.
Might be the cold or might be the white
Or the match of its day with its night.
You feel so misshapen for the shape you’re in,
Like you don’t fit inside your own skin.
Life walks into the room,
Reaches back into the womb.
"There's something here that doesn't fit.
It ain’t the rug, you are it.”
That dog is getting closer; I can feel its breath.
I hope I reach it 'fore I reach my death.
It’s still smiling and the snow's still virgin.
Reaching for coincidence keeps your heart burning.
Perfect is as perfect does.
Forty-three is as it always was.
Some things are hard to keep.
Change can cut really deep.