Mystery All my life has been a mystery You and I were never ever meant to be That's why I call my love for you a mystery Different country You and I have always lived in a different country And I know that airline tickets don't grow on a tree So what kept us apart is plain for me to see That much at least is not really a mystery Estuary I live in a houseboat on an estuary Which is handy for my work with the Tamesis Port Authority But I know you would have found it insanitary Insanitary Taken a violent dislike to me I'd be foolish to ignore the possibility That if we'd ever actually met, you might have hated me Still, that's not the only problem that I can see Dead since 1973 You've been dead now . . . wait a minute, let me see... Fifteen years come next January (JAN-uary) As a human being you are history So why do I still long for you? Why is my love so strong for you? Why did I write this song for you? Well, I guess it's just the mystery