I can run through the future, I can see the past
This clear blue day just cannot last
Some have been gone hear what
I say there's a million ways fate will make me pay
Dare to say those fatal words,
That you never could say cause your afraid of the hurt
Never do what you never would,
That critical deed that can bring no good
Just wait, till fate, till fate, deals its mortal blow
Eyes are brown from looking at the sky,
Your head aches lead and your lips are slime
There's a hundred head hunters all heading this way,
There's a hundred ways just to make you pay
Just wait, till fate, till fate deals its mortal blow
I can run through the future I can see the past
This clear blue day just cannot last
Some have been gone hear what I say,
There's a million ways fate will make me pay
Artist: Dottie West
Artist: Gone Is Gone
Artist: Margaret Whiting