He Went to Paris

And left him with only one eye
And he went to Paris looking for answers
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters
And left England without a sound
All of the answers and all of the questions
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
He went to England, played the piano
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling

So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And twenty more years slipped away
But I had a good life all the way"
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
Put his ambition at bay
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
Locked in his attic one day
And four or five years slipped away

Answers he never found
Saving world on his own

But he don't care what most people say

And married an actress named Kim
But the warm summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
And drinks his Green Label each day

And bore him a young son named Jim
And all he could do was just cry

Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady