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
