The psychic

All the yeras that have come to pass
And All the years that shall be
I see here right before me

She said her visions were a bane in her life
She could not control them, they kep here up nights
I know what you're thinking, I haven't been drinking
She knew things that cut like a knife- and she said:

All the years that have come to pass
And all the years that shall be
I see here right before me

Will there be earthquakes and great tidal waves?
Can she see back to the dinosaur days?
How can she forsee just by squinting at me and
Can she see me naked in her mind's eye?

What does she think when she fortells a disease?
Would she keep it a secret it death stood before me?
What could some cards hold, where is here foothold
Can I escape what she see? And she said: