Sheridan Cosy Saturn Return PERFECT I've heard heaven is perfect The angels are too I was trying for those golden wings, they look shiny and new But angels don't need money, heaven don't need help Perfect don't need anyone Perfect's all by itself Now I've been borrowing rides Sleeping on floors My independence can't afford to be so proud anymore I've been incurring more debt than I can ever repay It's been hard giving up wings for these needful feet of clay I have always found it safer to give than receive If I ask nothing of you You can't ask anything of me But you never quite go home You start waking up tired What rises above cannot reach out to hold What is reaching to rise, bruising itself Needing angles, needing money Needing heaven, needing help Perfect don't need anyone Perfect's all by itself