The Man Inside the Clues

HANRATTY: (Talking)

The Flash?

Peanut butter?

Maybe he's got a kid?

Alright, Mr. Taylor, I know you're in here somewhere.

HANRATTY: (Singing)

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 clich?

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