Peter Nogood just stands there
Every day in our town square
Peter Nogood stands and waits
At the blue grey iron gates
Peter Nogood never speaks
Never sings or shouts or shrieks
Peter Nogood stands and stares
While life goes by in this town square
Peter Nogood looks through the bars
Looks through the gate, into the yard
There’s nothing there for him to see
Or is something hidden from you and me?
What is he waiting for? Why is he there?
Day after day in our town square
Never seems to go home at night
Still standing there at dawn’s first light
Peter Nogood’s talked about,
Argued over day in and out,
Peter Nogood’s always news
In the absence of any clues
Peter Nogood is photographed
Phones held high as tourists laugh
Peter Nogood never reacts
To the circus that he attracts
Peter Nogood still stands there
Every day in our town square
Peter Nogood stands and waits
At the blue grey iron gates