Who Done It

It all comes down to timing,
A moment seized or missed.
Like a spool of thread unwinding,
Like a mystery with a twist.
When it had to be the butler,
The parson or ingenue,
The doctor or the chauffeur,
Or maybe it was you.
But it's all right, it's not too late.
It's just gonna take as long
As it's gonna take.
Now it doesn't really matter,
You don't have to think it through.
That movie's old and faded,
And there's nothing more to do.
Some things don't have an answer,
Just the meaning that we make.
From playing out the cards,
And wrestling with grace.
But it's all right, it's not too late.
It's just gonna take as long
As it's gonna take.
I've been circling a sparkler
Like a signal in the deep.
My pocket full of ghosts
That have finally gone to sleep.
On a train to old Chicago,
An alley behind the bar.
The clues were barely hidden,
I'd already come this far.
But the hero didn't show up,
The inspector blew the case.
So I'm picking up the pieces
And putting them in place.And since were being honest,
I don't know how this book ends.
I'm just following my nose
With a notebook and a pen.
But it's all right, it's not too late.
It's just gonna take as long,
As it's gonna take.
But it's all right, it's not too late.
It's just gonna take as long,
As it's gonna take.