Scott Wittman - The Man Inside the Clues lyrics

[HANRATTY (spoken)] The Flash? Peanut bu*ter? Maybe he's got a kid? Alright, Mr. Taylor, I know you're in here somewhere [HANRATTY] 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 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