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
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
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
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 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