The low grey clouds rolling over my head
I'm walking up the hill to get my fortune read
I can still take rejection but it does get harder to do
I wish I could show you how you'd hurt me
In a way that wouldn't hurt you too
Tennis shoes hanging from a telephone wire
I've got a little money, I could get a little high
I was alright a while but you know how it goes
Everything in moderation including moderation I suppose
I never did like the people where I was employed
They was always out to get me cause I'm paranoid
Now I'm working for myself and that don't pay a lousy dime
If what we're here to do is learn to forgive I'm gonna
need a little more time
It's too soon to tell, too soon to tell
It's too soon to tell, too soon to tell
It's too soon to tell, too soon to tell
By and by
It's too soon to tell what's going to happen to you when you die
It's too soon to tell what we'll ever avenge
They say that living well is the best revenge
I say bullsh*t, the best revenge is to win
This isn't over, we're going to meet again
And good Lord if you're up there, you sure got some nerve
Seems like even the wicked get worse than they deserve
We're afraid to die every goddamn one of us
I swear to God it's like you're makin' fun of us
Not worth keepin', or too good to keep
You got a better kinda secret, better wait 'til I'm asleep
And if you're so God almighty well then what's with all this mystery?
Yes I wanna trust ya buddy, but you're clearly keeping secrets from me
It's too soon to tell, too soon to tell
It's too soon to tell, too soon to tell
It's too soon to tell, too soon to tell
By and by
It's too soon to tell what's gonna happen to us when we die
At the fortune teller's on the second floor
In bright red letters hangin' off of the door
It said closed, I think it might've been some kinda sign
Don't give up on me baby; I think I could be losin' my mind
I've just met too many people that I love too much
They're scattered all over; I could never stay in touch
With travellin', almost forever it seems
You too will wake up one morning with a lot more memories than dreams
Low, grey clouds rollin' over my head
I'm walkin' down the hill without my fortune read
I can still take rejection but it does get harder to do
I wish I could show you how you'd hurt me
In a way that wouldn't hurt you too
I wish I could show you how you'd hurt me
In a way that wouldn't hurt you too