Sense of Place
She leaves a piece of paper
On the corner of the table
Just a note to let me know
She has to run some errands
She'll be home when she's able
And don't forget the kitchen clock runs slow
Simple thing to keep the smile on your face
Simple thing that gives us both a sense of place
It gives us both a sense of place
They were married in the thirties
Built a house just like the others
But they, they made the place their own
Sit down to dinner early
On chairs with crocheted covers
Do the dishes call the Grandkids on the 'phone
He will wash and she will carefully dry the plates
Simple thing that gives them both a sense of place
It gives them both a sense of place
He always checks his tie's straight
In the mirror in the hallway
Before he gets the bus to work
Ten thirty means a tea break
Which he'll always finish early
Wash his cup 'til it's as laundered as his shirt
He comes he goes but never leaves a trace
His ordered life gives him a sense of place
It gives him a sense of place
In the park there sleeps a black man
Police are called, “get moving”
He wasn't doing any harm
When he was just a baby
And those Government cars came rolling
Dragged him screaming from his Mother's loving arms
They took his language his religion and his race
In his own land they took his sense of place
It's a national disgrace
It's a national disgrace
On the corner of the table
Just a note to let me know
She has to run some errands
She'll be home when she's able
And don't forget the kitchen clock runs slow
Simple thing to keep the smile on your face
Simple thing that gives us both a sense of place
It gives us both a sense of place
They were married in the thirties
Built a house just like the others
But they, they made the place their own
Sit down to dinner early
On chairs with crocheted covers
Do the dishes call the Grandkids on the 'phone
He will wash and she will carefully dry the plates
Simple thing that gives them both a sense of place
It gives them both a sense of place
He always checks his tie's straight
In the mirror in the hallway
Before he gets the bus to work
Ten thirty means a tea break
Which he'll always finish early
Wash his cup 'til it's as laundered as his shirt
He comes he goes but never leaves a trace
His ordered life gives him a sense of place
It gives him a sense of place
In the park there sleeps a black man
Police are called, “get moving”
He wasn't doing any harm
When he was just a baby
And those Government cars came rolling
Dragged him screaming from his Mother's loving arms
They took his language his religion and his race
In his own land they took his sense of place
It's a national disgrace
It's a national disgrace