A crack in the door

A slit in the vines

A hole in the fence

So easy to find.



People doing people things

Whatever that might be

They go on about their business

Too wrapped up to see

In the shadows,

My unblinking eye,

I love the secretive life



I hide in the park

Behind a bush

I see runners and skaters

And a half naked man

Showing off his tattoos



And I see old Mr. Gray

With his bad toupee

With some dumb girl about half his age



People doing (definitely not his wife) people things

Are calling out to me

They're so funny I could almost cry

I love the Secretive Life



There's Johnny's dad

On his third martini

And his nose is getting bigger

As I watch through the kitchen window

They really oughta close those blinds



And under my coat

I got a micro-recorder,

A pad, and a pencil,

And a picture of you

I can't believe you did that



I see two love birds walking by

With that sick and dreamy

Look in their eye



And there's a big fat cop

With a Magnum mustache

Trying so hard to look mean



People doing

(But he doesn't see that man across the street)

People things

(Stealing a bicycle)

Whatever that may be

They may look in my direction

But they never see

In the shadows my unblinking eye

I love the Secretive Life



You know what'll happen

If you're mean to me

I'll write it all down

For everyone to see

And I'll put it in a song

And I won't change your name

I got no shame