Losing Hand

A song about a psychic who should have seen it coming, since she’s, you know, a psychic.

My baby is a psychic
She works those toll free lines
Fishing for credit card numbers
Talking sweet and reading minds

Our phone rings all day and night
She reads the cards so well
I’ve never believed in all that stuff
I wonder if she can tell

Chorus:
I told her
You can read tea leaves
Turn up a tarot card
There are messages in everything
To see ’em you don’t have to look hard
Tell me my future, forgive me my past
Save yourself if you can
My second sight is telling me
We’ve got a losing hand

My ex-wife was a gambler
She bet on me and lost
We blinked when the chips were down
We got cashed out at great cost

But she landed on her feet
The way some folks do
I’ve never been quite that lucky
I bet my heart, lost it too

Chorus:
She told me
You can read tea leaves
Turn up a tarot card
There are messages in everything
To see ’em you don’t have to look hard
Tell me my future, forgive me my past
Save yourself if you can
My second sight is telling me
We’ve got a losing hand

Bridge:
I’ve been drawing bad cards
To an inside straight
The queen of hearts left me
And my future’s not so great