Mystery of Pop

People stop and stare

Gather 'round and listen to the moment

Make a memory in your heart

With tune impaired

Marry tunefulness and words of wisdom

Move your feet and clasp the air

I want to flow

Through the valley of tranquil cadence

Move the chasm of the night

Most want to know

That I've listened to the best of Bowie

And that's the way that pop must go

I wasn't waiting

I wasn't sure

She sang a song in Penelope's car

They hummed along and were feeling bizarre

She has a story to share with someone

Even though it weren't her's to tell

Or sing

Or tribute

Shops are in the streets

Selling nothing by the ton to people

Remedy is what they need

And if we plea, and if you please

We can invite each other

To the parting of the seas

I want to flow

Through the valley of the pounding present

Move the chasm of the night

Most want to know

That they've listened to the best of Bowie

And that's the way that pop must go

I wasn't waiting

I wasn't sure

He sang a song in Penelope's Car

They strummed along and were feeling bizarre

He has a story to share with someone

Even though it weren't his

They sang along in Penelope's Car

They strummed along and they felt bizarre

They had a story to share with someone

Even though it weren't theirs to tell

Or sing

Or tribute