Mister Fortune Teller // A Table Full Of Strangers // Jason Upton

He is all dressed up, he is ready to go

He is all dressed up, he has nothing to do

And he's waiting on a friend called "Going Somewhere"

He's waiting like me and he's waiting like you

Could you help me out, Mr. Going Somewhere?

Could you come down here to my dwelling place?

Your voice is loud, but your words are empty

I'll be waiting right here if you got something to say

To an ordinary man on an ordinary day

If he was young again, this is what he'd be now

If he was young again, this is what he'd do

And he's waiting on a friend called, "Inspiration"

He's waiting like me and he's waiting like you

Could you help me out, Mr. Inspiration?

Could you come down here to my dwelling place?

Your voice is loud but your words are empty

I'll be waiting right here if you got something to say

To an ordinary man on an ordinary day

So let's stop waiting for tomorrow

Tomorrow has become today

And Heaven's hidden, hope's not far away

It's there within our bright-eyed wonder

It's found within life's tragedy

Sometimes I laugh so hard, it just takes ahold on me

(God's got ahold on me)

He is older now and he's getting wiser

And he's wiser now 'cause there's nothing new

He has heard a thousand fortune tellers

He has heard them all like me and you

Could you help me out, Mr. Fortune Teller?

Could you come down here to my dwelling place?

Your voice is loud, but your words are empty

I'll be waiting right here if you've got something to say

To an ordinary man on an ordinary day