Where is the mystery? Where is my subject? Where is my cold black river? And how do I get there? I know I sing to forget I sing to hold my breath To feel the thumping in my chest But sometimes there is nothing to speak of The breath is revealing Is it hot? No, the flame is damp There is no sound, no other's hand And I'm not that kind of man No, no, no I just want to dance And looking back over my life Lord, I've seen that fire die But only to become kindling Tape deck kids on the street are Singing songs while waiting in the car There was no reason for me not to love you And I do, but not the way you wanted me to Been making up all of these things to do And I'm always on the move ♪ So I've been trying to get back To that mystery plane There is always another way And this river is never-ending And there is just nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody to drink it away There is nobody