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