] [Verse 5 ] The city streets grew familiar, as I headed towards the east, past the shops and old tenements, the traffic never seemed to cease. I parked the Focus by the kerb, and gathered up my things, checked the number on the doorway, then let the buzzer ring No answer. No movement. No sound from up above. Just the traffic in the distance, and a pigeon on the roof. [Verse 6 ] I waited there a minute, then turned to walk away, when a woman coming through the close asked if I was okay. "Looking for somebody, son?" "Frank Sutherland," said I. She gave a little knowing smile, then let out a weary sigh. "You'll not find Frank at home just now, he's been away a while." "Away?" I asked. "Aye, inside." She shook her head and smiled. "Drink-driving, that was his trouble, he's been away for some time. But he's due to get out shortly, he's nearly finished his time." "Do you know when he'll be back?" "Not exactly, no. Could be tomorrow, could be Friday, just a few more days to go." [Pre-Chorus ] Well, that's just bloody marvellous, my first investigation, I'd barely even started and I'd hit a complication. The man I'd come to question wasn't anywhere to be found, and here I was in Shettleston, just standing looking round. [Chorus ] Follow the trail, follow the name, every little setback is another part of the game. One door closes, another opens wide, I've got a head full of questions and curiosity on my side. An empty flat, a missing man, and nowhere else to go, but I've come this far and I'm not giving up, there's still so much I need to know. [Verse 7 ] I thanked the woman for her help, and wandered back towards the car, sat there looking at the folder, wondering how I'd got this far. I could head back home, put the kettle on, wait until Frank was free, but that old curator's house was another place I had to see. It wasn't very far away, and it was still for sale, perhaps a walk around the place might add something to the tale. And if Frank was coming home in another day or three, I might as well stay nearby and see what I could see. [Verse 8 ] I found a little hotel, not too far from where I'd been, nothing fancy, nothing special, but the rooms looked warm and clean. I took out my golden credit card, and handed it across, half expecting some embarrassment when the payment came back lost. But the machine gave its approval, without a moment's doubt, and suddenly my little adventure had a room to spread itself about. [Bridge ] A room for the night, a bed and a chair, a desk by the window, and my papers everywhere. A strange new membership, a credit card of gold, and a mystery that was growing from a story decades old. [Chorus — full band, building] Follow the trail, follow the name, every little answer adds another link to the chain. An empty flat, an empty house, a man about to walk free, and somewhere in the middle there's a mystery waiting for me. I don't know what I'm looking for, I don't know what I'll find, but there's something in this story that won't leave my thoughts behind. [Verse 10 ] Tomorrow I'd visit the house, walk the rooms and climb the stairs, look for something out of place, some sign of what was there. Perhaps I'd learn about the curator, the collection and his past, perhaps I'd find some little clue to explain what didn't last. Then I'd wait for Frank's return, and knock upon his door, ask about his father's dealings, and what he'd gone back looking for. No badge, no warrant, no authority to demand, just an ordinary bloke with a folder in his hand.
