Man Out Of Time

So this is where he came to hide

When he ran from you

In a private detective's overcoat

And dirty dead man's shoes

The pretty things of Knightsbridge

Lying for a minister of state

Are a far cry from the nod and wink

Here at traitor's gate

'Cause the high heel he used

To be has been ground down

And he listens for the footsteps

That would follow him around

To murder my love is crime

But will you still love

A man out of time

There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire

Looking for a fourpenny one

With a tight grip on the short hairs

Of the public imagination

But for his private wife and kids somehow

Real life becomes a rumour

Days of dutch courage

Just three French letters

And a German sense of humour

He's got a mind like a sewer

And a heart like a fridge

He stands to be insulted

And he pays for the privilege

The biggest wheels of industry

Retire sharp and short

And the after dinner overtures

Are nothing but an after thought

Somebody's creeping in the kitchen

There's a reputation to be made

Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge

Who's up late polishing the blade

Love is always

Scarpering or cowering or fawning

You drink yourself insensitive

And hate yourself in the morning

The biggest wheels of industry

Retire sharp and short

And the after dinner overtures

Are nothing but an after thought

Somebody's creeping in the kitchen

There's a reputation to be made

Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge

Who's up late polishing the blade