He went to
Paris look ing for answers to
questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young
and aggressive,
saving the world on his own
But the warm summer breezes, the
French wines
Jesus put his ambition at bay.
The summers and winters
scattered like splinters
and four or five years slipped
away.
Then he went to
England, played the piano,
and married an actress named
Kim.
They had a fine life, she was a good wife,
bore him a young son named
Jim.
All of the answers and all of the
questions locked in his attic one day.
He liked the quiet, the country livin',
20 more years of the way.
Well, the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady,
and left him with only one eye.
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered,
and all he could do was just cry.
The tears were a -fallin', he was recalled,
but answers he never found.
He hopped on a freighter,
skidded the ocean, and left
England without a sound.
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pylons,
drinks his green lane each day.
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing,
he don't care what most people say.
Through 86 years of perpetual motion,
if he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say.
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic,
but had a good life all the way.
And he went to
Paris looking for answers to questions
that bother him so.