Beth Nielsen Chapman - That Mystery lyrics

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 down....comin' ‘round... Well my life is a rumor but my d**h 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