It's all in the cards, So let's shuffle our deck, And see what say our hearts.
Shuffle your deck, Lay out the cards And we'll find within the symbolism Whether we're fleeting Or meant to be.
And I be a liar if I said I trust cards More than people, But I definitely trust the books that hold stories of them Infinitely more.
But these books, They're my home. I got to the library, the bookstore, And please understand, that's my church. Within those walls and these papers, I find my truth and my guidance. My gospel is To **** a Mockingbird, My old testament is the complete works of Charles Dickens, And my new testament is J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey.
I find prayer within Lord Byron, And I seek guidance from Richard Bach.
So maybe it is all in the cards, But if I could read the cards As well as I read Edgar Allen Poe, I'd be the most profound clairvoyant In the history of history.
But I bet you That when I seek prayer within Brent Weeks and Oscar Wilde, Know that I'll find every reason to be with you And none other, And I'll see the beauty Of our future Together.