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Instruments:
Taylor
6-string guitar
Tanglewood 12-string guitar
Steinberger electric guitar
Gibson bass guitar
Alesis drums |
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Stands
in the doorway and turns from the light; watching the window next
door;
taking his notes and checking the time; he'll earn his fee and
some more;
and there's no innocence; not while he's around;
it doesn't matter who is right; always something to be found.
Private eye don't miss a thing;
private eye sees every thing.
Sits in his office all day until dusk waiting for someone to ring;
might be a lover, a wife or a son; anyone - don't mean a thing;
there is no trust no more; no sense of decency;
he doesn't care; it isn't his call; he can't hear your plea.
Private eye don't miss a thing;
private eye sees every thing.
Out in the street and he's following close; watching reflections
and signs;
looks in shop windows and holds his head low; disguised as he
stands in the line;
but he's so good at this; it really is his art;
master of invisible; he will break your heart;
break your heart… break your heart… break your...
Plain brown wrapper lands on the step; nothing to give it away;
you tear it open 'cause she's still asleep; it's going to spoil
your whole day;
and there's no hiding place away from prying eyes;
he's done his work; he's earned his cash and left you with your
lies.
Private eye don't miss a thing;
private eye sees every thing.
(©2001
Stewart Bowman) |
