Always gonna be a mystery
Seemed like an illusion underneath the Fleur-de-lis
In a photograph at your sister's birthday party
You looked almost like Judee Sill
Always gonna be a mystery
Stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the coterie
In an alleyway, in Montreal, with a flask of secret whiskey
You looked almost like Judee Sill
Always gonna be a masterpiece
When you were cast they broke the mold
Or bettered it at least
I might never undеrstand exactly why it hit me
It was just like Judee Sill
You wеre just like Judee Sill