Cracked Crystal Ball
I spoke to someone today about how the future will be
He told me stories of life and love, destiny and everything he sees
Some tales were happy; others were of tragedy
yet all so simple as if they’re meant to be
I asked the man and his cracked crystal ball who fate will give to me
It came as a shock and surprise when he described you down to a tee
And he told me how you are the one who is meant for me
He told me of our time together and the happiness we will share
And that someday happy tears will replace the ones of sorrow and despair
bringing with them immeasurable joy
Replaying that description of my future lover
like a song on a broken record over and over in my head
the more it seems like you really are the one he sees in his cracked crystal ball
Yet I still can’t help but wonder if it’s all too good to be true
Could my one and only really be you?
The present shows no sign of the man’s prediction of things to come
You left me broken and shattered and decided to move on
No proper goodbye and no reason why
Just nothing but silence
No closure for me to do the same.
As much as I want to believe this man and his cracked crystal ball
I often think it’s just my wishful thinking and longing for you
Building another house of cards just waiting to fall
Maybe it is really over once and for all
Maybe there is someone out there, an exact copy of you waiting for me
Or maybe none of this is true and there’s no future for me, just nothing at all
I don’t know what the future holds or if dreams and wishes really do come true
but as I go to sleep tonight I dream only to be with you
Despite my head saying let go, my heart saying hold on
I will heed the words of the man and his cracked crystal ball
with faith and in hope that someday into your arms I will fall
and to be a wandering gypsy no more
