Mystery

Somewhere there's a soccer game
I can hear the wild crowd moan
It's not that life is here's distasteful to me
It's just that I'm all alone
I wanted what took a lifetime to learn
Turn around and start again
And after that to turn and sigh
With no more pause than I had then
It's not that it's such a mystery
I saw it from miles away
It's not that it such a mystery
That I ran out of things to say
In time I'll only think of you
When I'm buttering my toast
Or in some other reflective moment
When I expect the least
Remember the most
It's not that it's such a mystery
It was practically on display
It's not that it's such a mystery
We've got "world enough and time"
And "wither youth" comes or goes
I hope you'll always think of me as "mine"
It's not that it's such a mystery
This new-found malaise
It's just that this mystery
Has taken your place



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Gordon Sinclair, Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Joseph Paul Langlois, Johnny Fay
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