Who cares about
Your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
On stones
I don't think
'It was meant to be'
I don't think
'It just had to be'
So how can it be pre-arranged
When there's no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
On stone
I don't think it was destiny
It wasn't in the stars that day
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take heed, small talk
Don't trust the stars
I know that it's insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There's a path for you
I know it makes
It seem mundane
It makes it all seem
So mundane
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take heed, small talk
Don't trust the stars