Beth Nielsen Chapman That Mystery
Well, my heart don't care if my feet say no
When the jet stream's rockin' and the four winds blow
All the way from Paris to the hills of Tennessee
Baby, life's not fair it's only what it's meant to be
Stay that, play that, pray that mystery
Well, my mouth says never but my soul says now
I got a portable devil and a sacred cow
Hare Krishna dances, Buddha smiles eternally
Holy Mother Mary gently waving back to me
Angels, church bells sing that mystery
There's a quiet void of silence
In the stillness of the emptiness I've found
Louder than the jingle jangle clanging bang
Of chatter going down, comin' round
Well, my life is a rumor but my death rings clear
Like a bell in the ether of the atmosphere
As I watch my future turn the corner by degrees
I could miss forever like the forest for the trees
Yeah, see that, free that, be that mystery
Yeah, face that, place that, grace that mystery
Gotta stay that, gotta play that, gotta pray that, that mystery
Gotta see that, gotta free that, gotta be that
Gotta stay that, gotta play that, gotta pray that mystery
Gotta see that, gotta free that, gotta be that
