Mystery Mist

It's a mystery to me on this misty morning
How did I forget?  why didn't I heed the warning?
It's a missed opportunity hidden by the mist
Why did I walk away?  Why didn't I insist?

I guess I
        mis-understood
        mis-construed
        mis-interpreted
        mis-communicated 
            I'm in misery in the mystery mist
                --I feel like a box of rocks--
        I just miss you

It's a mystery to me on this misty morning
Soon the thunder will come...soon it will be pouring
I cry when I think about what I might have missed
Why did I walk away?  Why didn't I insist?

I guess I
        mis-understood
        mis-construed
        mis-interpreted
        mis-communicated 
            I'm in misery in the mystery mist
                --I feel like a box of rocks--
        I just miss you

            When the mystery is solved and I go Your Way
            I hope and pray I never ever again have to say

Why did I walk away?  Why didn't I insist?

I guess I
        mis-understood
        mis-construed
        mis-interpreted
        mis-communicated 
            I'm in misery in the mystery mist
                --I feel like a box of rocks--
        I just miss you
   
                         miss you...
                           miss you....

Sonshine 


--bro. tim pickl

Saturday March 18, 2006 A.D. 

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