I never got into magic — but the magic got into me.
I'd been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free.
Men… I don't understand them:
They take you for all you got
And leave you howling at the moon
And thinking of… I don't know what…
Yeah I do… thinking of that man…
Is he alone? Is he thinking of me?
Does he still love me?
I needed some answers — deep answers
So there I was, on the side of town where the beggars sleep.
It was late — real late.
But I knew she'd be open — gypsies love the night.
I heard that from a friend who once knew one.
Sure enough, her light was on and her door was cracked;
The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation.
But I didn't care, I was looking for revelation,
So I walked in, and made my way through a curtain of beads.
There must have been ten thousand candles — but only one was lit.
I put some money on the table
And she reached for a deck of cards and said: «Sit.»
She told me to look in her eyes…
I did… but I also kept my eye on that deck
She gazed at a card… and then she said:
«I can see that you don't really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the road:
You'd rather believe that dreams do come true,
Than to find out they can lie to you…»
She picked the money up from the table, and stuffed it in her blouse.
I said: «Wait a minute — I was expecting a little bit more than that»
She said: «What do you want me to do? — Turn myself into a cat?
I could, you know» — and I believed her…
Everything got deadly quiet…
Man, I was scared — but I didn't show it.
Then she broke the silence… «Why are your palms sweating, child?»
God — this woman was good!
I asked her to read my palm — she said:
«All right, but it'll cost you another fifty
And then I'm going to bed — gypsies hate the night…
Gimme your hand — I'm gonna read between the lines.»
«I can see that you don't really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the road:
You'd rather believe that dreams do come true,
Than to find he might be leaving you.»
She said: «I can see that you don't really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the road:
You'd rather believe that dreams do come true —
So does the man who's followed you.»