Triumvirat - A Cold Old Worried Lady

A cold old worried lady
Took my hand today
She warned of gloom, impending doom
I laughed, and I sent her on her way

Then as she closed my garden gate
She turned to me and stared
There was nothin' said, but inside my head
I felt, just a little bit scared

Alone inside my empty house
I reflected on her words
Predicting things so bad, I guess she must be mad
Still I wish, I wish I'd never heard