The Psychic

She knows the future like the palm in 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 vision 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 mind's eye?

What does she think when she foretells a disease?

Would she keep it a 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