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