The Man Inside the Clues

Lyrics

[HANRATTY, spoken] The Flash? Peanut butter? Maybe he's got a kid? Alright, Mr. Taylor, I know you're in here somewhere (singing) Some comic books, a Miss July A matchbook from "The Flame" Some chewing gum, a mismatched pair of shoes A letter home that wasn't mailed A check without a name Yeah, they'll be my guide to the man inside the clues A bobby pin, two baseball cards Some day-old Chinese food Two ticket stubs, the Red Sox, always lose A valentine that wasn't sent A scent to set the mood When I take a ride with the man inside the clues "Do Not Disturb" is on the door The maid, she never comes He locked the door But I don't need a key There's only garbage on the floor To others, they're just crumbs Those crumbs look like a five-course meal to me I use my head to get in his So I can think like him I see he flies and also cries the blues But if I look at my own life I'm out here on a limb Yeah, it's best to hide, stay the man inside the clues I've looked into so many lives But never at my own The trail I left is such a damn cliche The lonely wife, the house for sale A million nights alone To wish you had the things you threw away Like a front door key, a home cooked meal The happy bride and groom Then life kicks in and makes you pay your dues And then you find you're by yourself In a single motel room That's been occupied by the man inside the clues The clues