And he went to Paris looking for answers
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady
Saving world on his own
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing
The French wines and cheeses
All of the answers and all of the questions
He went to England, played the piano
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling
And bore him a young son named Jim
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
Put his ambition at bay
But he don't care what most people say
Locked in his attic one day
And drinks his Green Label each day
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And four or five years slipped away
And married an actress named Kim
And all he could do was just cry
Answers he never found
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
But the warm summer breezes
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And left him with only one eye
But I had a good life all the way"
And twenty more years slipped away
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
He was impressive, young and aggressive
And left England without a sound
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
