listening for the weather

so

i'm listening for the weather

to predict the coming day. leave all thought of expectation

to the weatherman. no it doesn't really matter

what it is he has to say

'cause tomorrow's keep on blowing in

from somewhere. all the people that i know

in the apartments down below

busy with their starring roles

in their own tragedies. sunlight sends you on your way

and those restless thoughts that

cling to yesterday. never be afraid of change. i'll call you on the phone. i hate to leave you on your own

but i'm coming home today. and this busy inner city

has got nothing much to say

and i know how much you're

hanging 'round the letterbox. and i'm sure that as i'm writing

you'll be somewhere on your way

in a supermarket checkout

or a restaurant. i've been doing what i'm told. i've been busy growing old

and the days are getting cold

but that's alright with me. yes i'm coming home today. i've been doing what i'm told. i've been busy growing old

and the days are getting cold

but that's alright with me.