And so I turn my head
To where the four winds blow
To all the books I've read
And all the things I know
But the mystery lives on
All my friends they ask
Have you forgotten your soul
How can you sing about hunger
In a rock'n'roll song?
But the mystery lives on
The dancer or the dance
The sunset or the dawn
I can't discern the difference
Between the rifle and the song
They sanctify Karl Marx and revolution
and the American record charts
And austere solutions
But the mystery lives on
While they're starving in Africa
In Indochina, in South America, in Appalachia
But the mystery lives on
The dancer or the dance
Ah, the sunset or the dawn
I can't discern the difference
Between the rifle and the song
And so I turn my head
To where the four winds blow
To all the books I've read
And all the things I know
But the mystery lives on.
To where the four winds blow
To all the books I've read
And all the things I know
But the mystery lives on
All my friends they ask
Have you forgotten your soul
How can you sing about hunger
In a rock'n'roll song?
But the mystery lives on
The dancer or the dance
The sunset or the dawn
I can't discern the difference
Between the rifle and the song
They sanctify Karl Marx and revolution
and the American record charts
And austere solutions
But the mystery lives on
While they're starving in Africa
In Indochina, in South America, in Appalachia
But the mystery lives on
The dancer or the dance
Ah, the sunset or the dawn
I can't discern the difference
Between the rifle and the song
And so I turn my head
To where the four winds blow
To all the books I've read
And all the things I know
But the mystery lives on.
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