Fortune Telling REMATCH
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
It’s best not to get in my way
Best not to cross my path
I
Leave a trail of dust
And broken trust
Everywhere I go
Like the snow
Like the snow
Dead in the head with an empty bed
Everybody’s been there
Why
Is there so much pain?
It’s such a shame
You haven’t been around that long
When’d you go wrong?
When’d you go wrong?
You disappear then you reappear
As if you never left
Time
Stands up to say
Kid you’ve really done OK
Thanks for sticking to the plan
Now cut off your hands
Now cut off your hands
I don’t want to think deep all I want to do is sleep
Until the sand melts
Fly
To the highest peak
So I can sleep
So I can…
Sleep
Copyright 2008 Joe Dickinson