Mystery – Gordon DownieBy Somewhere there’s a soccer gameI can hear the wild crowd moanIt’s not that life here’s distasteful to meIt’s just that I’m all aloneI wanted what took a lifetime to learnAnd to turn and to start againAnd after that to turn and sighWith no more pause than I had thenIt’s not that it’s such a mysteryI saw it from miles awayIn time I’ll only think of youWhen I’m buttering my toastOr in some other reflexive momentWhen I expect the least or the mostIt’s not that it’s such a mysteryIt was practically on displayWe’ve got “world enough and time”And “wither youth” comes or goesI hope you’ll always think of me as “mine”And not one of thoseIt’s not that it’s such a mysteryThis new-found malaiseIt’s just that this mysteryHas taken your place www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20