Psychic reader just a block away
Are you feeling sore
Palm readin’ just a walk away
And my feet are sore
We’re wearing starlight out
No burning my eye

Lift your head up we’ll read your thoughts
We’ll read your palms
Your stars and your feet and your shadows
God and she left him nothing
That poor boy
And the beautiful thing is they call it karma
Yes they does

And they made everything
The brightness and your shadows and your shallow heart
Doh! turn right
You went the wrong way
There ain’t no one there
But I’ll let you read my hand
I’ll cross your palm
And give you silver love

Well here we are
At last