Last night I built a city
And I hired a fortune teller
Gave her a corner office like she asked
She said that was inevitable
Poured some water and took a seat
For a complimentary read
Man you wouldn’t believe the future that she laid out for me

I’ve got a house instead of a basement suite
I’ve got my band just up the street
I’ve got a car at a rate that can’t be beat
All my bills are paid on time and automated perfectly

But that’s not all she said when I stood to leave

I hesitated, "I’m not sure I can take the heat"
She gestured, I sat reluctantly
She started, “it’s not as bad as you might think

You’ve got a job that takes you around the world
And you don’t mind the people around you now
And what’s this?" She flipped a card from the deck
Of course, and your love life, how could I neglect!"

She pulled out a pad of paper and pens
Laid them out strategically, grabbed a sharpie instead
Scrawled out with no forethought to appropriate spacing
In barely legible 3rd grade handwriting
She turned the page to have me take a look
"Does this name mean anything to you, ‘cause I’m a little lost?"

And I ripped back my head in a cackle
As I held the page up in pure vindication
I said, "you also forgot to tell me the song that landed him"
As I pulled out an envelope from the inside of my jacket
I said, "have you heard of the Arizona bandits?

See the name on that page," I started, "was inevitable
I’ve been hunting him down for years now, it’s tragic
I’d write a song, a little out of key,
That parts not an act I’m really still learning
Frankly the prospect of presenting any of this has been
More than a little overwhelming"

The fortune teller tapped on the table in frustration, "Okay seriously tell me what’s happening?"
I said, "I really thought you’d be more prepared for this interruption

Fire up the delorean, let’s go back to the future"
Where I reside even in the worst of circumstances

I’ve got a place just north of Phoenix on a quiet street
I’ve got a fridge full of food I actually like to eat
And that guy cutting the grass is madly in love with me
His name’s Jim Adkins but he prefers I call him Jimmy
And we’ve got a dog with a name that’s ironic but sweet (like Bailey!)
A hit song with at least like 3000 Spotify streams and climbing
A tour plotted out and eyes on an RV
And there’s probably more to this story but this is getting embarrassing...