The Psychic Says

 

the longer i strum this chord

the longer i feel alone

i got no home - nobody loves me

no one looks at my face

when i walk down the street

 

i wrote my name in wet cement

i wanted to know that my life meant

something . . . important

something grand . . . in the big scheme of things

 

the longer i strum this chord

the longer i feel in pain

the longer i remain

a stranger in my room

 

cause i know the world turns

and i notice things can change

but still i can’t believe

still i can’t believe

 

still i can’t believe

im gonna be a mother -- of three

one day, one day, one day . . .

 

 

 

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