Everybody's wondering what. And where they all came from. Everybody's worrying 'bout. Where they're gonna go. When the whole thing's done. Nobody knows for certain. So it's all the same to me. Think I'll just let the mystery be. Some say once gone you're gone forever. Some say they're gonna come back. Some say you rest in the arms of the savior. If in sinful ways you lack. Some say that they're comin' back in a garden. Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas. Think I'll just let the mystery be. Some say they're going to place called "glory". And I ain't sayin' it ain't a fact. But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory. And I don't like the sound of that. I believe in love and I live my life accordingly. But I choose to let the mystery be