Somewhere there's a soccer game I can hear the wild crowd moan It's not that life here's distasteful to me It's just that I'm all alone I wanted what took a lifetime to learn And to turn and to start again And after that to turn and sigh With no more pause than I had then It's not that it's such a mystery I saw it from miles away In time I'll only think of you When I'm buttering my toast Or some other reflective moment When I expect the least or the most It's not that it's such a mystery It was practically on display We've got world enough and time And whether youth comes or goes I hope you'll always think of me as mine And not one of those It's not that it's such a mystery This newfound malaise It's just that this mystery Has taken your place