In a perfect world the poet
gets the girl and the poet is just the
honest man and the girl she is
just the good girl,
never been more than fifty miles
outside of her hometown.
Now he's her hometown.

There is a light in every window,
and someone’s always at home.
There’s no need to ask directions,
and on every corner there's a phone
to call home, in her hometown.

In a perfect world the hero
wears black jeans, and he has no
alter ego, he's exactly what he seems,
then the girl oh she just
looks at him like that, and she sees
that he is her hometown.
Yeah, he is her hometown.

She's got a sign that says we're open,
that turns to say sorry we're closed,
so no one asks her any questions
when she wants to be alone,
all alone with her hometown.

This is her perfect world.
This is her perfect world.
This is her perfect world.

In a perfect world the
poet speaks the truth,
and the girl she locks the doors
even though she knows she doesn't
have too, ‘cause theirs no danger
and you don't get many strangers
in her hometown.
He is her hometown.

There is a light in every window,
and someone’s always at home.
There’s no need to ask directions
and on every corner there's a phone
to call home, in her hometown.

This is her perfect world.
This is her perfect world.
This is her perfect world.

In a perfect world the poet
gets the girl and the poet is just
the honest man and the girl
she is just the good girl,
never been more than fifty miles
outside of her hometown.

Now he's her hometown.
Now he's her hometown.