You sit there in your darkness
Friendly, kind, it’s true
But still you are a mystery
The mystery of you

I know your voice, your clothing
The comments that you make
But still I sit here wondering
If you present a mask that’s fake

I do not truly know you
Though I see you every day
And though I’m not allowed to
I really wish I may

We talk, converse, and joke around
Having fun, it’s true
But still you are a mystery
The mystery of you

back to the highway that never ends