mystic mile

somewhere over my left shoulder

there's a man who waits

he's always watching when i stumble

and he blinks when i hesitate

he's got a real strange sense of humor

he don't laugh and he don't cry

he's the mystic on the mystic mile

i had a dream of colors

and a world in a disarray

someone peekin' 'round the corner

but i couldn't see his face

but he could see into my future

about my past he would only smile

he's a mystic on a mystic mile

like a fish leaps from the water

like a thief in the night

like a road suddenly ending

there he's standing by the roadside

and he won't need no introduction

and he won't want to stop a while

he's the mystic on the mystic mile

he's the mystic on the mystic mile