Neighborhood Palm Reader

Wake up and go to work and I read her sign
She looks right back at me and she reads my mind
Tea leaves and tarot cards and crystal balls
I come in supplication, ask her anything at all

There goes my neighborhood palm reader
You know that I’m her biggest fan
There goes my neighborhood palm reader
She’s in Astoria but the future’s in my hands

She sits in a storefront window that’s a little more than a hole
She speaks English and Spanish and a couple of phrases of Creole
She speaks in prophecies of fate and doom and luck
She’s got all the answers and five of my hard-earned bucks

One day soon
I’ll know what she’s about
One day soon
My lifeline will run out