Mystery Of Love

Dominque she goes dancing through the streets
Dodging taxi cabs and buses
She taps her tiny feet
Plays poker without jokers
Then she beats your best hand anyway
If you can get close enough
You can hear her sing

Ain't no help
From below or above
There's no way to solve this
Mystery of love

Not a sign
From the sky or from the earth
We give and get it
But we can't tell what it's worth

Black bottom anvil cloud
Complains before it rains
Follows a man they all call Kiko
But that's not his name

He lives in a five flight walkup
With a girl named Dominique
They live together
But they hardly ever speak

Kiko he feels scattered
As he takes another lick, he's
Saving up his washingtons
To get out of the city

Kiko knows a secret
Kiko knows a joke
He's sick in love with Dominique
And there is no antidote

Ain't no help
From below or above
There's no way to solve this
Mystery of love

Not a sign
From the sky or from the earth
We give and get it
But we can't tell what it's worth

Down off the boulavard
He draws another queen
Got four of the prettiest girls
Pretty like he's never seen

Cracks about his broken heart
As Kiko take their money
The losers look into his eyes
And see it's not so funny

Dominique waltzes in from the night
Someone yells up the stairs
Kiko's had a fight
She can see him
Knows that somethings wrong
Kiko's eyes are still wide open
But Kiko's closed and gone

Dominique she cries
Lonesome for her friend
Makes a local phone call
Then she starts to cry again
Talks to Kiko
Until the man arrives
Before she opens up the door
She closes her sad eyes

Ain't no help
From below or above
There's no way to solve this
Mystery of love

Not a sign
From the sky or from the earth
We give and get it
But we can't tell what it's worth

Forward From Reverse

Albert should of kept his mouth shut
Gotten high and just stayed quiet
But he was in the good lord's dice game
So he had a roll and tried it

I could of told you Al
I could have told you yeah
Old Enola
She's so gay
Maybe it'd been better
If you had missed the train

Cause we never get a minute
Not a second to rehearse
Think we're going forward
Turns out to be reverse
You can add it up and count it out
Nothing could be worse
Cause in a room without a window
You can't tell forward from reverse

Fyodor was a gambling whore
But a damned good friend of mine
Tells a hell of a story
Bout a little parricide

And he looks just like he's dying
When he goes into the fits
I asked him once if it hurt him much
And he said 'da' quite a bit

Cause I never get a minute
Not a second to rehearse
Nod off going forward
Wake up in reverse
You can think it out
And write it down
Send it to the church
But in a room without a window
You can't tell forward from reverse

Charlie Darwin left his darling'
Went sailing on the Beagle
Threw the good lord overboard
And told us it's all legal

So the fittest they drew up a list
And the flags all came unfurled
Some of us are still looking for
The wonders of the world

Cause they never got a minute
Not a second to rehearse
The train that took'em forward
Turned up travlin' in reverse
You can add'em up and count'em out
Nothing could be worse
Cause in a room without a window
You can't tell forward from reverse