what's the forecast, weatherman?
will you tell of storms and rain and hail and snow?
will you give me the news on how the wind blows?
i've been waiting so long just to see how it goes,
weatherman, weatherman, let me know.
and though i'm standing still,
i don't know if i've been blown off course,
i don't know whether your can feel my remorse,
with no rhyme, no reason, there's no source,
weatherman, weatherman, it's a matter of force.
why am i always wrong, weatherman?
where is the road to friends and smiles and love and life?
where is the counter to the hardhearted knife?
i've been trying so hard just to end this strife,
that i almost missed the song-
"weatherman, weatherman, prove me wrong."
1 comment:
i like this a lot, mister.
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