Mystery Girl

S. Scott ã 2005, BMI      Mystery Girl.mp3

She stood at a bus stop, every afternoon, Some days with friends, others alone

As we drove by she would wave, her smile made my day, “She is not your kind”, a little voice would say

Words never passed between us, it was understood, I could never have a friend from her neighborhood

Living two different worlds near but far apart, Unable to associate in matters of the heart

Mystery girl, why does it have to be? Walls built long ago, between you and me

Mystery girl, now I understand, What it means to have chains holding us we cannot see

Waves of derision all around me, I’d find a way, return her wave, so casually

How strange to have a friend, you will never meet, Waiting, patiently, to catch a glimpse so fleet

Why did she care to see me, each and every day? Never did I come to know, before I moved away

Was she a distant relative we weren’t supposed to know? Or just a young girl with a crush, a boy afraid to show

Mystery girl, why does it have to be? Walls built so long ago, between you and me

Mystery girl, now I understand, What it means to have chains holding us we cannot see