She was wandering wild-eyed out in the streetnSo I brought her upstairs and sat at her feetnI made her some coffee and something to eatnCassandra, now, tell menGo on you can tell mennShe just shook her headnAnd kicked at the bedspreadnAnd cried, Why do I see terrible things?nnShe said that the rivers would run in reversenAnd hurricane season this year will be worsenWells in the desert all gushing with bloodnGreat giant palaces buried in the mudnShe talked about a plane crash, it happened that nightnWhen I saw it on television, I knew she was rightnShe said she could see oh so clearly what happens to menI said, No, please,nI don't wanna know,nI don't wanna know,nI don't wanna know,nI don't wanna know,nNo.