Man Out Of Time





"begun
with 
just
a
chorus 
that 
 I 
sang 
 to
the 
cold 
coach 
window
one 
brilliant 
moonlit
Swedish
night.
Some
time
later 
 I
found
myself
 with
a
haunted
feeling
in
the
grounds
of
a
country
mansion
hotel.
A
scene
for
a
scandal
in 
fiction
or 
in
the
newspapers
(if
that
isn't
the 
same
thing).
On
a
happier
note
the 
intro
and
ending
of
the
track
are,
of
course,
edited
from
another
version
of
the
song.
My 
contribution
is 
a
tribute
to
'free'
alto
players
everywhere."


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 

Chorus

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 

(chorus)

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 

(chorus)