The Man Inside the Clues

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