The Fortuneteller

I never got into magic - but the magic got into me

I'd been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free

Men, I don't understand them

They take you for all you got

And leave you howling at the Moon

And thinking of, I don't know what

Yeah I do, thinking of that man

Is he alone? Is he thinking of me?

Does he still love me?

I needed some answers - deep answers

So there I was, on the side of town where the beggars sleep

It was late - real late

But I knew she'd be open - gypsies love the night

I heard that from a friend who once knew one

Sure enough, her light was on and her door was cracked

The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation

But I didn't care, I was looking for revelation

So I walked in, and made my way through a curtain of beads

There must have been ten thousand candles - but only one was lit

I put some money on the table

And she reached for a deck of cards and said: Sit

She told me to look in her eyes

I did, but I also kept my eye on that deck

She gazed at a card, and then she said

I can see that you don't really want to know

What your future holds, as you travel down the road

You'd rather believe that dreams do come true

Than to find out they can lie to you

She picked the money up from the table, and stuffed it in her blouse

I said: Wait a minute - I was expecting a little bit more than that

She said: What do you want me to do? - Turn myself into a cat?

I could, you know - and I believed her

Everything got deadly quiet

Man, I was scared - but I didn't show it

Then she broke the silence, Why are your palms sweating, child?

God - this woman was good!

I asked her to read my palm - she said

All right, but it'll cost you another fifty

And then I'm going to bed - gypsies hate the night

Gimme your hand - I'm gonna read between the lines

I can see that you don't really want to know

What your future holds, as you travel down the road

You'd rather believe that dreams do come true

Than to find he might be leaving you

She said: I can see that you don't really want to know

What your future holds, as you travel down the road

You'd rather believe that dreams do come true -

So does the man who's followed you