The Psychic

She knows the future
Like the palm of your hand
She knows your past like
The lay of the land
The first time she met me
She saw right through me
Some cards and a cane in her hand

And she said
All the years that have come to pass
And all the years that shall be
I see here right before me

She said her visions
Were a bane in her life
She could not control them
They kept her up nights
I know what you're thinking
I haven't been drinking
She knew things that cut like a knife

And she said
All the years that have come to pass
And all the years that shall be
I see here right before me

Will there be earthquakes
And great tidal waves?
Can she see back to
The dinosaur days?
How can she foresee just
By squinting at me and
Can she see me naked
In her minds eye?

What does she think when
She foretells a disease?
Would she keep it secret
If death stood before me?
What could some cards hold
Where is her foothold
Can I escape what she sees?

And she said
All the years that have come to pass
And all the years that shall be
I see here right before me
I see here before me



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Roberts
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