Cold wind hits the brick and the lime
Counting down the seconds of time
My office is small and it's grey
I wait for the debts I can pay
Small town private eye on the street
Walking where the two alleys meet
Searching for a truth in the grit
Lighting up a match till it's lit
A lead in a wet paper bag
My old woollen overcoat sag
The scent of a cheap cherry pie
Beneath a heavy wintery sky
Small town private eye on the street
Walking where the two alleys meet
Searching for a truth in the grit
Lighting up a match till it's lit
The client was shaking with fear
The motive was suddenly clear
A missing gold ring from a box
A hidden key inside of the locks
Small town private eye on the street
Walking where the two alleys meet
Searching for a truth in the grit
Lighting up a match till it's lit
Tear the page and burn the whole file
Run the distance mile after mile
Feet are heavy on the cold stone
Facing every danger alone
I found where the missing piece lay
At the end of the saltwater bay
The truth is a sharp kind of knife
The cost of a very strange life
Small town private eye on the street
Walking where the two alleys meet
Searching for a truth in the grit
Lighting up a match till it's lit
Case closed for the night
Turn off the desk light
