Mystery
All my life has been a mystery
You and I were never, ever meant to be
It’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 been dead now… wait a minute, let me see
15 years come next January
As a human being you are history
So why do 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