Trace it to sin or back to the fall
Some answers are lightning and smoke to the wall
You hammer all night by sunrise there's nothing at all
And the rich get more rich and the poor just stay poor
We're beating those plowshares back into swords
Then who's in control? I'm telling you God only knows
Just like the shapes on my grandmother's rug
You can't see the pattern when you're too close up
From my point of view, we are all far too human to see
It's part of the mystery
Bad men live on while good men die young
One day you're born then the swan song is sung
You search to and fro to find out what only God knows
Throw me a kiss, then tell me goodbye
But don't waste your life always wondering why
You've got to believe, it's part of the mystery
Just like the shapes on my grandmother's rug
You can't tell the pattern when you're too close up
From my point of view, we are all far too human to see
It's part of the mystery
So many things I can't understand
I guess that it's all just a part of the plan
Wouldn't you doubt the God that you knew all about?
Just like the shapes on my grandmother's rug
You can't tell the pattern when you're too close up
From my point of view, we are all far too human to see
It's part of the myst-, it's part of the mystery
Ooh, it's part of the mystery
Oh, it's all part of the mystery