Jim Thompson's Original Songs

 

It's a Mystery
by Jim Thompson
© 1998 James D. Thompson

I see you sitting on the dark side of the room,
Shadows of your eyes like the seas on the moon,
Your face so palid, serene, and fair
against the somber sky of your tossled hair
I know some men have been there; I saw it on TV
but it's too far a climb for a man like me
it's a mystery, ah sweet mystery
how you do what you do do to me

I watch you walking down the bright side of the street
Your pointed shoes on your cautious little feet
You turn 'round the corner and fade out of sight
Like a good day drifts into a Saturday night
They say the streets of heaven are paved with gold
I just want to find a path that leads to your door
it's a mystery, ah sweet mystery
how you do what you do do to me

Now everybody's dancing, the band is playing loud
But I can't seem to reach you through that crazy crowd
I gotta take a break, get a breath of fresh air
Then I meet you coming halfway down the stairs
Next thing I know you're dancing in my arms
The universe is spinning but my heart goes calm
it's a mystery, ah sweet mystery
how you do what you do do to me
   
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