Fortune teller
Telling me
Time is not the enemy
I know I'm good for nothing
But I must be good for something
While my eyes are fixed on your charade
Visions of a dark parade
The people that I know and love
Crowd around and cry above
These hands must feel like wire brush
The lines you follow finger touch
I know I've paid my living dues
Tell me my tomorrow news
I've broke in homes in Bethlehem
Stepped a foot on foreign land
Sat down while the others stood
Did the bad when bad was good
Cut myself on a woman's thorn
Stuck around to feel her scorn
I've bled my arms in body ink
Shot a man a toothy wink
I've seen the light and passed it by
I counted four so here I lie
You'd think that we had made a deal
Now I'm lifted by your ferris wheel
The air feels like a winter breeze
We float above the tallest trees
Break atop the cloudy shade
To walk along you promenade
It's okay, mama
Don't you fear
I can see my house from here
I've got a job, it pays enough
To take care of the one I love