mystery;
all my life has been a mystery!
you and i were never ever meant to be;
that's why i call my love for you a mystery.
different country -
you and i have always lived in a different country.
and i know that airline tickets don't grow on a tree.
so what kept us apart is plain for me to see.
that much at least is not really a mystery.
estuary -
i live in a houseboat on an estuary.
which is handy for my work with the thames water authority.
but i know you would have found it insanitary.
insanitary-
taken a violent dislike to me!
i'd be foolish to ignore the possibility
that if we'd ever actually met, you might have hated me!
still, that's not the only problem that i can see:
dead since 1973
you've been dead now . . . wait a minute -let me see-;
fifteen years come next january!
as a human being you are history.
so why do why i still long for you?
why is my love so strong for you?
why did i write this song for you?
well, i guess it's just a mystery.
mystery...*
