No Mystery

The evening cooks up the night.
And it’s just about time.
To meet up with my new cool lady friend
At a quarter to nine.
Well she got me so wound up
Like a bomb about to blow.
Until her shape outside of my window paine
Becomes the only thing I know.
I know that it’s no mystery. It’s no mystery.
It’s no mystery. It’s no mystery.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
We sit out on her front porch and sing.
Jeff Buckley ‘til one or two.
And the cigarette lit up in her hand
Turns her lungs all black and blue.
Though I hate the way she makes me feel
When she pays no mind to me,
I know I have the upper hand and when she’s sad
She’ll come running back and running back.
It’s no mystery. It’s no mystery.
It’s no mystery. It’s no mystery.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery, no big cliché, no tragedy.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
She left on Monday to visit the old world.
Looking for something she lost in the new world.
Miles and miles of water between us.
But I’ll hold the candle until she returns, I swear I will be her one and only love.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery, no big cliché, no tragedy.
The girl’s got a way. The girl’s got a way.
It’s no mystery it’s in the way she works it in.