Mystic Lady Blues

I got your number from a psychic
I don't really believe in that stuff
But she seemed to know you alright
Thought we'd get along well enough
So what do you say?
How about Tuesday?

Now, I don't understand tarot
But I think the pictures are nice
We'll go hang me from an oak tree
Leave me to the morning light
Wait for the dew
To dry from my shoes

And we'll talk about what happens
After we die
I'll say I wanna find myself
A comfy box in which to lie
You say there's more
I'm not so sure

I'm not saying I don't feel it
That ego-killing ecstasy
But that's just existing in a world
Far bigger than you or me
Chaos of the storm
We shouldn't have been born

You're kind of everywhere at once
And I don't know how you get around
We'll go walking through the woods
And your feet won't make a sound
You're of the trees
And flowers and bees

The way the wind moves through you
Making me doubt my convictions
I say I'm coming down with
A paralysing affliction
Thanks to you
I got the mystic lady blues