Man Out Of Time

So this is where he came to hide

When he ran from you

In a private detective overcoat

And dirty dead man's shoes

The pretty things of Knightsbridge

Lying for a minister of state

Heard a far cry from the nod and wink

Here at Traitor's Gate

Oh, the high heel he used to be

Has been ground down

And he listens for the footsteps

As they follow him around

To murder my love is a 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

For his private wife and his kids somewhere

Real life becomes a rumor

Say his up Dutch courage, just three French letters

And a German sense of humor

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

To murder my love is a crime

But will you still love a man out of time?

A man out of time

The biggest wheels of industry

Retire short and sharp

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

To murder my love is a crime

But will you still love a man out of time?