Hey, Timothy
I wish for clairvoyance
I wanna see my wife and kids
And how I would live, and how I would die
(Son! You should!)

It’s out of fright, it’s self-absorption
I wanna learn from my mistakes
Before they can scare me away from the drugs
(Son! You should!)

“I picture a man who misses his father
He never learned to cook for himself
And spends all his time on his waistline”
(Son! You should invest!)

“I picture a man who lives in the past
He keeps a book of photographs
Of his younger self, clairvoyant self!”
(Son! You should invest!)