Mystic Mile

	作词 : Ford
	Somewhere over my left shoulder
	There's a man who waits
	He's always watching when
	I stumbleAnd 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

	zuò cí : Ford
	Somewhere over my left shoulder
	There' s a man who waits
	He' s always watching when
	I stumbleAnd 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