"False Documents" lyrics

A while ago
I went to see a palm reader
And the odd thing about the reading
Was that everything she told me was totally wrong
She said I loved airplanes
That my mother's name was Hillary
And that I'd been born in Seattle
But she seemed so sure of all this information
That I began to feel like I'd been walking around
With these false documents permanently tattooed to my hands

It was very noisy in the parlor
Members of her family kept running in and out
They were speaking a high clicking kind of language
Sounded a lot like Arabic
Lots of books and magazines in Arabic were strewn around

Suddenly it occurred to me
That maybe it was a translation problem
Maybe she was reading my hand right to left
Instead of left to right
So thinking of mirrors
I gave her my other hand

And then she put her hand out
And we sat there for a while
In what I thought was some kind of participatory ritual
Until finally I realized
That her hand was out
Because she was waiting for money