Cold Cuts and Cold Cases

[Verse] In a dimly lit office, where the shadows dance, A gumshoe with a habit, a second chance. Old files, old crimes, they stack up high, With a rye on rye, he lets out a sigh. [Verse 2] Cold cuts and cold cases, a solitary feast, Investigating mysteries, never quite ceased. Between the pastrami and the mustard spread, He unravels secrets, what’s been left unsaid. [Chorus] Cold cuts and cold cases, a detective's slow blues, Solving life's enigmas, while chewing over clues. In the twilight of the city, where the old ghosts roam, He's the man who'll find you, even when you're not home. [Verse 3] Rattling old bones with a corned beef bite, He digs through the files well past the night. A glimmer of hope in a pickled slice, For every old wrong, he's willing to pay the price. [Verse 4] Jazz plays softly from the vintage radio, As he pieces together the lost long ago. With a trench coat and a fedora, weathered but proud, He dances with ghosts, lost within the crowd. [Bridge] A whisper in the dark, a mystery anew, Between the cheese and clues, he always knew. Life’s like a cold cut, layered and tough, But for a seasoned detective, it’s not all that rough.