The Mystery is, and it lives all around us It can't afford the rent We can't run it out of our heads And I thought about my mom Waking up from a clairvoyance When I wouldn't come home I was chasing the crow— A sacred omen The Mystery is, and it lives in those little moments With a string we walk, making large knots behind us Was the Mystery, and we both tried to define it At the table of dreams all our memories leaked From the faucet The fridge was buzzin' We were trying to be present In the kitchen it was written We both felt enlightened We both felt enlightened I came up with some ways to try and define it But the Mystery is because it just is In those little moments bathed in kitchen light I tried to define but I can't find the words inside So I told myself the Mystery is Oh, the Mystery is Oh, the Mystery is Oh the Mystery, it just is