There’s a girl that’s a mystery,
Standing on my mind.
I know she holds the key,
To what I want to find.
The lights are off and nobody is home.
My eyes are shut no matter where I go.
The gloves are off the punches hit me.
Every blow comes where I can’t see.
Its a mystery.
With every glance I notice more.
They beat me down worse than before.
Then I notice you beside me.
Its a theme that I don’t know.
From a scene of my own show.
The chapters pass by fast.
The future becomes the past.
The light shine in through my window.
My eyes stay shut, my body’s alone.
The gloves are off the punches hit me.
Every blow comes where I can’t see.
Its a mystery.
With every glance I notice more.
They beat me down worse than before.
Then I notice you beside me.
When I look back I see nothing at all.
It’s all lost in my mind.
My eyes stay shut.
My body alone.
The gloves are off the punches hit me.
Every blow comes where I can’t see.
Its a mystery.
With every glance I notice more.
They beat me down worse than before.
Then I notice you.
The gloves are off the punches hit me.
Every blow comes where I can’t see.
Its a mystery.
With every glance I notice more.
They beat me down worse than before.
Then I notice you beside me.
credits
from The Open Road,
released September 16, 2016
Lyrics by Mitch Rassman
Music by Mitch Rassman & Andrew Wasserman
Mitch Rassman: Vocals, Bass, Keyboards
Andrew Wasserman: Guitar, Keyboards
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