On a streetcar in tacoma, on a Sunday in July
You’re kicking off your sandals, as you stare up at the sky
I look at you and fumble, for the perfect thing to say
But my nerves get in the way
I've cherished you for ages, but my words were locked in cages
So afraid that you just saw me as a friend
Now I want to set them free, my fingers clenching to the key
But I am frozen once again
Oh the mystery
I'm so afraid of what could be
If a door is closed, should I suppose it's locked?
Or should I suck it up and knock?
You look at me with patient eyes, and flash a little smile
My heart is jumping from my chest, and filling up the aisle
I've done the calculations, and I've studied all the signs
And I've read between the lines
But what if I'm mistaken, what if all of that was taken
Out of context, and I blow it all apart
Would I baffle and confuse you, would I break it all and lose you
At the end before we ever got to start?
Oh the mystery
I'm so afraid of what could be
If a door is closed, should I suppose it's locked?
Or should I suck it up and knock?
So many summers, in a time so long ago
We were kids and nothing mattered in the sunshine on the coast
I never would have planned it, but the feeling still expanded into more
Than just a friend that I adore
Oh, the mystery
So afraid of what could be
If a door is closed, should I suppose it's locked?
Or should I suck it up and knock
So afraid that you will walk
But for my conscience's sake, I have to take a shot
I'm gonna suck it up and
