How Much Mystery

Despite the rain
You went out of your way
«No one should be alone on a day like this»
You said to me when my friend sat down
On the last day of my life
Sure felt like the last day of my life
How much mystery does one man need?
How much would it trade for one sure thing? I know bigger prices have been paid
But better men have passed this way
It’s not a lot to ask
Sometimes it feels like a lot to ask