Somewhere there's a soccer game I can hear the wild crowd moan It's not that life here's distasteful to me It's just that I'm all alone I wanted what took a lifetime to learn And to turn and to start again And after that to turn and sigh With no more pause than I hada then It's not that it's such a mystery I saw it from miles away In time I'll only think of you When I'm bu*tering my toast Or in some other reflexive moment When I expect the least or the most It's not that it's such a mystery It was practically on display We've got "world enough and time" And "wither youth" comes or goes I hope you'll always think of me as "mine" And not one of those It's not that it's such a mystery This new-found malaise It's just that this mystery Has taken your place