The Universe’s Greatest Mystery

I tore through half the basket before I sat down Didn’t even look at the menu when it came around Fresh baked rolls, steam rising off the plate I tell myself “just one” but it’s already too late Everybody’s talking, I ain’t hearing a word ‘Cause I’m conducting highly important research Trying to figure out what they’re putting in that spread It’s been living rent-free inside my head I’ve got questions nobody’s answering Why does the cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse taste so good? I know it’s just butter but it hits me like it should I’ve tried making it at home and it’s never understood Why does the cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse taste so good? Maybe it’s the honey, maybe it’s the sugar blend Maybe there’s a secret they won’t tell anybody yet Maybe it’s the rolls coming straight out of the oven Maybe every ingredient is working with the others I’ve read recipes online at two a.m. Bought the same ingredients and tried them all again But somehow theirs keeps winning every single time And now I’m back here trying to crack the code tonight I’ve got theories but they’re all falling apart Why does the cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse taste so good? I know it’s just butter but it hits me like it should I’ve tried making it at home and it’s never understood Why does the cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse taste so good? Some mysteries were never meant to be solved Some questions never get a clear result Like where we go when we die Or what’s beyond the stars And why that cinnamon butter hits so hard Fresh rolls! More butter! No answers! Only hunger! Why does the cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse taste so good? Every single visit proves my hypothesis is true If they ever sell it by the gallon I’ll know exactly what I’ll do Why does the cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse taste so good? The meal was great The steak was good But let’s be honest— It’s the cinnamon butter.