The Flash
Peanut butter
Maybe he's got a kid
Alright Mr Taylor
I know you're in
here somewhere
Some comic books
A Miss July
A matchbook from
The Flame
Some chewing gum
A mismatched pair
of shoes
A letter home
But 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
Ah the Red Sox
always lose
A valentine
But 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 used 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 hid
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
The Flash
Peanut butter
Maybe he's got a kid
Alright Mr Taylor
I know you're in
here somewhere
Some comic books
A Miss July
A matchbook from
The Flame
Some chewing gum
A mismatched pair
of shoes
A letter home
But 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
Ah the Red Sox
always lose
A valentine
But 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 used 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 hid
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