I have been asked what that means, my response, what do you understand it to mean??
I meet people who maybe considered by some to be 'derelict', 'lazy', "hopeless' and ...., well you get the drift, but, have a grasp on life many who search for hidden and deep meaning in sayings don't.
Sitting with 'M' after a memorial service for a mate, he looked at me and said "life is a mystery".
We get so busy searching for reasons for this and that, trying to understand why people do and think the way they do, that we sometimes forget, we are mere mortals and that there are some things we will never comprehend.
So remember what my mate "M' said, life is a mystery, now get on with life!!!!
You can't tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
You can't tell me there is no mystery
It's everywhere I turn
Mystery
Mystery
You can't tell me there is no mystery
It's everywhere I turn
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Can set my heart to burn
Snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Can set my heart to burn
Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space
Behind the eye holes in his face
Star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space
Behind the eye holes in his face
Infinity always gives me vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Infinity always gives me vertigo
And fills me up with grace
Vertigo
Vertigo
Infinity always gives me vertigo
And fills me up with grace
I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me
You can't fix me
You can't fix me
You can't fix me
You can't fix me
I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me
Even so I've done okay
So grab that last bottle full of gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Grab that last bottle full of gasoline
Light a toast to yesterday
And don't tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
And don't tell me there is no mystery
It overflows my cup
Mystery
Mystery
And don't tell me there is no mystery
It overflows my cup
This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Intoxicate
Intoxicate
This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Just like the finest wine
Intoxicate
Intoxicate
This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Just like the finest wine
Songwriters
COCKBURN, BRUCE
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