Lyrics

Trace it to Sin or back to the Fall Some answers are lightning and smoke to the wall You hammer all night by sunrise there's nothing at all The rich get more rich and the poor just stay poor We're beating those plowshares back into swords Then who's in control? I'm telling you God only knows Just like the shapes on my grandmother's rug You can't see the pattern when you're too close up From my point of view we are all far too human to see It's part of the mystery Bad men live on, while good men die young One day you're born then the swan song is sung It shifts to and fro the kind of world only God knows Blow me a kiss, then tell me goodbye But don't waste your life always wondering why You've got to believe it's part of the mystery Just like the shapes on my grandmother's rug You can't tell the pattern when you're too close up From my point of view we are all far too human to see It's part of the mystery So many things I can't understand I guess that it's all just a part of the plan Now would you doubt the God that you knew all about? Just like the shapes on my grandmother's rug You can't tell the pattern when you're too close up From my point of view we are all far too human to see It's part of the myst, part of the mystery Ooooo Part of the mystery, Oh part of the mystery