That Mystery - Beth Nielsen Chapman

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

Say 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 in' ‘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

Chase that place- that grace- that mystery