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