Lyrics:

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own
Warm summer breezes, the french wines and cheeses
Put his ambitions at bay
Summers and winters scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away

And he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim
And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away

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
While the tears were a' fallin', he was recallin'
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pylons
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say
'Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion'
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
'Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way'

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so