Three years to the day
Since I helped you make up your mind
And for three years you've turned the other way
Just a little further at a time
I swear my pride is getting in the way
All I've really got to say
To you
Is you're a mystery, mystery to me
Mystery, mystery to me
This was never how we thought that it would be
Oh you're just a mystery, mystery to me
A new message every four to five business weeks
I guess I'm second guessing every single time that we speak
On the phone, as you're driving
I'm walking alone and it's late, but I'm fine
And - call ended
Never mind
Let's pick it up in the morning when it won't be the sun
That's just dawning, you're yawning
Every time I mention home.
And I'm so scared to even ask if you'll go pack up a bag
Cos every time you come back
You're always dying to go
I'd shed my pride any day
Just to hear you say that
I miss you
I miss you
But you're a mystery, mystery to me
Mystery, mystery to me
This was never how we thought that it would be
Oh you're just a mystery, mystery to me
Mystery, mystery to me
Mystery, mystery to me