The border of a property
A hole where a fence ought to be boxing you in
Instead it stares you in your face
And dares to keep you in your place
You lose, it wins
And every time you step through that square gap in space
It'll peg you for a thief
But round pegs fit through square holes if they're small enough
Don't forget your long lost friends are still lost
Listening to your new recording masterpiece as the sun sets over Coburg. Now, if I can only get the drummer rehearsing next door to keep the beat to your songs. Roy Greer