Robyn Hitchcock The Black Crow Knows
In the middle of the winter, in the middle of a wood
Standing in a clearing with a tiny leather hood
So you want to know, so you want to know
If you want to know what the future holds
The Black Crow knows
Telephones and viruses and the passion of it all
Ground up in a porridge and written on the wall
So you want to know, so you want to know
If you want to know what the future holds
The Black Crow knows
Hovering above you like the speck in someone's eye
Measuring the distance between now and when you die
Everything that happens makes sense to someone else
So far away above you you'll never know yourself
So you want to know, so you want to know
If you want to know what the future holds
The Black Crow knows
