Lyrics 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 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
Chase that place- that grace- that mystery