I will give a shiny nickel to anyone who can explain this song to me!

So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective’s overcoat
And dirty dead man’s shoes

The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor’s gate

‘Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around

CHORUS

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time?

There’s a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination

But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour

He’s got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time?

The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought

Somebody’s creeping in the kitchen
There’s a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife’s edge
Who’s up late polishing the blade

Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time?

Elvis Costello in the liner notes of the 2002 Imperial Bedroom reissue explained it thusly:

Disgusted, disenchanted, and occasionally in love, "Man Out of Time" was the product of a troubling dialogue with myself that continued through my more regretful moments.

I recall looking at my reflection in the frozen window of a Scandinavian tour bus without any idea who the hell I was supposed to be. I was trying to think or feel my way out of a defeated and exhausted frame of mind to something more glorious.

This was resolved in song, one shivering, hungover morning in the manicured gardens of a remote Scottish hotel.

The house which we were staying had played a very minor part in one of Britain's most notorious political scandals, apparently serving briefly as a bolt-hole for one of the disgraced protagonists.

I actually delighted at the thought of this sordid history; it suited my mood. I can't say that the words and ideas that emerged from these experiences were exactly welcome news to some of the band members. Like I could give a damn."

^^^Thanks. Earlier today I read that same explanation. Still, that explanation is nearly as vague as the song. So it sounds like he incorporated some of the specifics of this scandal into his own personal confession. But so much remains a mystery. "the pretty things of Knightsbridge...minister of state?" "Three french letters and a German sense of humor?" "the biggest wheels of industry, retire sharp and short?"

The chorus is undeniable, though, as is the beauty of his language, and the orchestration of the song.

Despite the fact that I love this song, I wonder, is the listener even supposed to have any clue what he's talking about? Does it matter?

I'm also struck by the resemblance to Like A Rolling Stone in the studio recording