Not too many make the cut
Just the way it is, don’t mean to strut
Got goosebumps thinking ‘bout ya
Got certain love you never ever saw

Most certainly my works never get an encore
Nobody wants what a prophet has in store
So I just carry on with a heavy heart
Loving you more than since the very start

I left you alone but you invited me back
Do not ask me how I knew but intuition I do not lack
At the wave of my hand the clouds departed
Ending the dispute that somebody started