Mystery to me

Standing by as the gates are closing
Watching you from above the town
I've been hear a thousand years now, have I ever learned?
 
There's still joy on the left-hand shoulder
On the right is the weight of man
It's the storms that hit too close to home that do us in
 
You've got time and an open playbook 
You've got time and it's on your side
Comfort comes in changing ways to play it in your mind
 
Wish that I had the things to tell you
Wish I could make it all alright
Sometimes everything is just a mystery to me, yeah
 
When you get tired of the blood and shit
that's raining down, and the sunken ships
are coming back to haunt us, will we finally let them be?
 
Chasing down what is out of sight
Wish I could make it all alright
Sometimes nearly everything's a mystery to me, yeah
 
Standing by as the gates are closing
Looking out from above the town
I've been here a lifetime, I forgot how to come down