Fortune tellernTelling menTime is not the enemynnI know I'm good for nothingnBut I must be good for somethingnnWhile my eyes are fixed on your charadenVisions of a dark paradenThe people that I know and lovenCrowd around and cry abovennThese hands must feel like wire brushnThe lines you follow finger touchnI know I've paid my living duesnTell me my tomorrow newsnnI've broke in homes in BethlehemnStepped a foot on foreign landnSat down while the others stoodnDid the bad when bad was goodnnCut myself on a woman's thornnStuck around to feel her scornnI've bled my arms in body inknShot a man a toothy winknI've seen the light and passed it bynI counted four so here I liennYou'd think that we had made a dealnNow I'm lifted by your ferris wheelnThe air feels like a winter breezenWe float above the tallest treesnBreak atop the cloudy shadenTo walk along you promenadennIt's okay, mamanDon't you fearnI can see my house from herennI've got a job, it pays enoughnTo take care of the one I love