Lyrics:

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 hada 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 in some other reflexive 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 "wither 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 new-found malaise
It's just that this mystery
Has taken your place