A mystery defines chance
A destiny of struggle and dance
And to dance away from the mystery,
Who am I to defy my destiny
Most fools would even call this romance
My oil of doubt and flower of fear
And tend their gardens using my years
They can hang me for the wrong I done, leave thinking they may have won
Look back and see me standing right here
(Trumpet solo)
A mystery defines chance
A destiny of struggle and dance
And to dance away from the mystery,
Who am I to defy my destiny
Most fools would even call this romance
My oil of doubt and flower of fear, of fear
And tend their gardens using my years
They can hang me for the wrong I done, leave thinking they may have won
And I'm standing here
(Scat)
Sublime
Sublime Sublime
3xs
Some may try to rely on whatever it takes,
To define you when you make a mistake,
Try