People Who Don't Wanna Be Found

[good4somethingbum]

People Who Don’t Want to Be Found ©2017 Robert George BMI

Well, I walked a beat along the misty Frisco shore
Till I pistol-whipped a pimp who killed a teenage whore
Now I make a living as a low-rent private eye
I’m a shamus cloaked in shadow, I’m a midnight spy

Got a dusty one-room office in Chinatown
Time is loss and misery, so there will always be
People who don’t wanna be found

I can put a tracker on her husband’s Chevy,
If a wife suspects he’s gettin’ hot n heavy
With a secretary who’s a sweet young honeypot
Yeah, I get paid a C-note daily plus expenses,
Got a shoulder-holster…I use telephoto lenses
You can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll get the money shot

There ain’t no one, nowhere I can’t track down
Time is loss and misery, so there will always be
People who don’t wanna be found

One day some guy told me that his wife was off the grid
Claimed she skipped town last summer with his kid
Thought she might be in Fremont or San Jose
If I found her there’d be two grand bonus pay

Promised he just wanted her back safe n sound
Time is loss and misery, so there will always be
People who don’t wanna be found

She turned out to be a battered Venus,
Workin’ drive-thru somewhere near Salinas
And her beauty outshone all the scars upon her face
She was barely thirty with a streak of grey hair,
More than half her paycheck went to rent and day care
I could see that she depended on the Good Lord’s grace

Though I didn’t wanna tell him that I’d tracked her down
Time is loss and misery, so there will always be
People who don’t wanna be found

I understood the reasons for her disappearing act
Love is life and shouldn’t be a suicidal pact
So I lost my license when I broke her husband’s jaw
I left Frisco just ahead of Johnny Law

Fate’s a circle just as sure as this world is round
Time is loss and misery, so there will always be
People who don’t wanna be found

Well, I walked a beat along the misty Frisco shore
Till I pistol whipped a pimp who killed a teenage whore…