This is such a beautiful song. But it also makes me very sad – it reminds me of my parents playing it on frequent "holidays" to Spain as a young child, falling asleep to music in the back of the car, driving through France, over the Pyrenees, into Spain...
It's a mystery to me - the game commences
For the usual fee - plus expenses
Confidential information - this ain't a diary
This is my investigation – it's not a public inquiry
I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
You get to meet all sorts, in this line of work
Treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason – I still can't get used to it
And what have you got, at the end of the day?
What have you got... to take away?
A bottle of whisky, and a new set of lies
Blinds on the windows, and a pain behind the eyes...
Scarred for life - no compensation
Private investigations
"Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion."