You can tell a lot about a person
If you take out their trash
The things they throw away
Once meant something to them
Now it’s the another man’s problem

She’s just not going to tell you
You have to guess and hope it works
It’s better though not to pick a card
You might not be a prophet tomorrow
If you were you’d be too old for her

I’m not a prophet
I’m not a shaman
But I can tell you what’s going to happen
Somebody’s gonna’ cry
But I can’t tell you who it might be
I just hope it’s not you or me

I’m awake again in the same place
I think too much to be much fun
How can I relax under the moonlight
When I try to solve puzzles in the sky
By looking at reflections in your eye

Some guys always guess right
It’s the gift they were born with
They can be whatever it takes
Being too honest was my original sin
You didn’t tell me that’s what you wanted

I’m not a prophet
I’m not a shaman
But I can tell you what’s going to happen
Somebody is gonna’ cry
I won’t tell you who it might be
It might be you or it might be me